An Absentee Father of Impetus

Beyond the pangs of province

arrives a thrall of misanthropy

Existing microscopic effigies—

built in shade and made of quartz—

breaking free of an entombed and cryptic core

A ravenous incongruity,

interminable and willfully wrought

deliver anathemas of a kindred crux

Amongst the valleys trampled toward

fragments of misshapen rainbows form

Soldered in a frost of flight, berated

by time’s bating of reflective light—an

ever-embracing mirror's luster dries

this deadly visage accosts it’s gaze

upon the severed recognitions it had made—

replete with every corroded version of the self

ill-conceived and lacking the stomach to abort

A Question of Artistry (part II)

Artists

Among

Artistry

Delving deeper

Into the space

Where art

And ART

Meet

Does a spot exist, amidst the boils of creation, for respect?

Or will the Artist, flee from tradition—

To expression’s end,

And find value

In the incorporation

Of the old with his new artistry

Will a jade pin collapse

The pore-like jitters    *Conscience)

And will the tingles properly

Illustrate what mind believes

May be inappropriate if not damnable

Or will

The Artist

Create

As he’s always done

And has

Always been encouraged to do

Or will he abandoned

All he ever knew to know

All he ever knew how to be