Starve an Artist, Cover Your Trash

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding

change like a tragic

play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands

but the cities will

tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water

circling the drain? Sould

less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page

of the map. Avant

guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding

up the wall. Still

life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He's got no

teeth, he doesn't bite an

empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it

superior genes, or won't

death collect such awful things? Yes it's garbage, but

does that mean that it's

art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you

leave it hanging long

enough, someone will be amazed and just because it's

personal doesn't mean it's

not cliché. If it doesn't look like something now, steal

it before it does.

Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant

guardian angel I am

heartache, let me pass I will be there to help straighten

out the frame that so

proudly displays my own death certificate.