Envisionism

by

Adam Gosha

Love sick and twisted mother's milk.
A daguerreotype stare walks right
on by. Is it brain's death, or too
many thoughts to put on one page?
The first exploitation is broken with
half burned matches aimlessly
meandering in clashing mass.
Char-coal chiseled faces, sucking
the blood from mothers' breast.
Caution leather carvings, ink printing,
unforgiven production lines.
Oceans frozen, walls are built,
navy is figure eighting, skating vultures.
Bonus prizes choke earned fairly tales
and good old pin-backs with crayon
colored faces of nixon and hitler.
Trees of once simple times exist only
on friday afternoons when the sun
splits into quarters making change
for a dollar to invest in gas mask
stock exchange. Lightning freezes too!
Great sculptures never to fall, no one
around to cut them down to only light
bulbs on a kite string. Hoping the day's
length is not too cold for flower pot
merchandise, ladies with back
pockets sit on their eggs.

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