the absurd metaphor

question why
a stroke of fiery blue
and the shard
in my decomposing angel
sings the song no man knows...

in this empty world colored green
silhouettes & cigarettes
smear dry black ink
on my imagination

through shimmer & glass
they hear me ask
can we suffer more grace?

captured to be free
an icon monument
a beauty form
and concrete aesthetic of
vivid metal passion

hard, rigid dream
covered with a white dust film
carved by an angry chisel
that never gives up

innoculated am I
from the innocence past
resurrected by water
delicately poured over my face

cleansed, created, new.