One truth
hands
black & dark
and inkly severed from—
and tiny squares of arithmetic
density perhaps
…
His hunch—perspective—proves
something some scream
or prowl with semi-automatic
plutonium a standard-issue chokehold
six shots four through the arm two in the head
too many too loud
…
Say it, man!
Art can save you—
tinted pulp in thirty shades
from black to white no whole Without which
on a dirty sliding dolly beside Pepsi and a 20-inch no-name fan
pointed some other way
…
Beside Him: One man smiles
at the camera full of ham clueless; another
diabolically on haunches
grounds himself and drinks up
Phil
& Chuck.
