TIGHTWIRE

Pixie dust cascades from the left. Gloss black turns south.

A tree asks me for a water.

Defiance shouts little black lines on a blank canvas- silence grows a horn.

Crayons drip into a pool of broken faces, fire breathes snow.

Cadence with no runner.

Homeless stuck behind the steel grate

Stagnated anger wills a new breed.

Flower in the gun barrel, hate scared of its other shadow.

Hand full of tears, broken but alive.

Pain with no bruise or blood.

The genius becomes the idiot, and the complaciant have a beer.

Beckon your master says the ego.

Fear laughs while the cowards crawl.

Empty your soul its hot in here.