Edges for Disco Dancingblood as life intrigues the loud-mouth. blink before the scope eyeing reel to reel cellular silence. Mama bird utilizes an organic crown for her nest. Perches an egg Against the King’s thorn. Winds filter through railings Styled to praise Art-deco fixtures. Waves as moments In time. In our time. A willingness to explore Takes the Robin’s egg To the sidewalk below. Baby blue to cataracts gray. Such anti-Faustian routines Demonstrate why Protoplasm Cracked under its own assurance. To explain how life fails In describing itself. Frankenstein selfAssembled using a butcher’s patience, Absent the accuracy of human touch. His mirror contends With descriptions Of what is And what was. He cultivated Pink tear ducts Before a garish cry Was trendy. He invented a disguise For Shelley’s gender. And when self included A reason to walk backwards From a torch bearing mob He admired the goodbye of strange Flames posting hello. Acknowledged confident believers Who considered forward a better direction Than before. Choices proliferated And even the mirrors position alters his remains, Or displays his forever stare like meat kept under glass. In the end... The catalyst for transitory decay Is a fake impression Casted inside a plastic frame and a Warning posted at eye-level Claiming he ought to avoid Broken luck and electric DNA. PlasticCreases in plastic streams disrupt Process and motivation splendor, agitates Tupperware to forgive itself Of Escaping Air. Plastic rehearsals Convince The mistake Of What is human? Hu- Ma- N Lifts the lid On empty Tupperware Recites through plastic throats Pledges of style. Grieving plastic Placed over hollow head Suffocated before convincing Trust in empty truths. Redux: Savior ComplexAjax compensated for his loneliness by posturing his lips to Ohm in silence. Boredom enticed him to lap his tongue and taste the bourbon smell emitting from his voice. Ohm. He began, simplified his thoughts and transcribed them to a social media post. Roll on Snare. Illuminate the laughter sign. Life becomes to anticipate chaos. Saving face to form comb-overs Stealing a Cheshire grin to reflect missing follicles In shop windows. Life weaponized becoming. Hallucinations elicit memories And place familiar faces atop homeless Quadrupeds. Ajax stands in line at the bank, watches the female teller Activate her customer service training, Emphasizing pity disguised as tolerance To placate lonely white males, Confusing remuneration for affection. Taking Last Names, Replacing them with a savior complex. Requiem for Lost Artart as sacrifice, burning English (surrendering economic advantages). First germ in the distribution of Products of Empire, Picasso, benumbed from red wine, broke the chairs of peasants and styled the shards before Apollinaire’s derby-hat, insisting he describe the pieces in verse. But with nowhere to sit. He wrote on his toes. Bohemian cache invited vulgar comments. Rich folks stood at the gate And wondered why the ape, who was taught how to paint, only added to canvas his prison gate. Their questions were art too. When Mona Lisa went missing, Apollinaire and Picasso were questioned as to her whereabouts. She was discovered, invested in a bender, thrown out of Paris for Italy. Rich folk continue to line up for miles to surrender to her. Art as it Appears on Main St.Dollar General fixes the market share for water-paints. Bristles stay in cheap color, when dipped in tap water, mark the givings with charcoal hue. The concoction adapts to room temperature. A misstep qualifies the liquid's leverage, taunting it to tipping point. Accidents will happen. Masterpieces contain a wall with triple-figure-income. Visual art attributes its value to hindsight. So long as the world burns, wooden canvases inherit their wealth. Gossip overlaps like brushstrokes. Silence reveals Caravaggio’s murder victim in color. Passersby discern Modica’s Charging Bull as an elaborate fraud, seeing red ruined Burden’s palms with stigmata instead. Religious concepts plagued aesthetic renderings, blanket terms draped an homage to Christ’s suffering, As conformity attained the individual. Art mirrored human anguish in lieu of God’s punishment. What was beautiful remains an academic study. Duchamp’s urinal is still lost to time. snores.Birth guarantees the cost of living unto an infant, maturity a market value made for the executioner's price. Tax dollars absolve the bill for a beheading. Again. An executioner’s wage! Which appointed authority inked a receipt for death? How were the expenses calculated? Art contributes to executions, but lacks the finesse afflicting capital punishment. Thus, masterpieces happen as frequently as the pendulum swings. A profile greets their pillow, settled atop the cool linen. Pupils invoke R.E.M. positions, blind to reality inside the Dream. Neck is crooked and only straight inside the guillotine. Trigger finger light switch. Pull The Rope. Eyes lowered, blade drops. Closed off from the Dream. Another payment contributes to the executioner’s retirement fund. AK Cola is a pop-culture-war-veteran and they're here to exploit American consumerism for profit, starting off by selling their book New World Hubris through Amazon, find their current material at AKCola.com.
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