Theater of War

Alchemist that kicks down rip sounds more than full metal Rearranged upon a table, periodic elemental Unstable and dissentful, rupture symbols, crush the lentil Set up a lodge, layered canvas, but he picked apart the tent pole Sentimental tragic, freak and shout ecstatic, peel out a bit of magic And scrap the rubber off the tracks Burnt up tight inhaled fumes, turning lights and breaking wombs Vision fights and shakes the tomb saying, "this is all an act" All the worlds a stage, between a showman and a sage A shaman and the rage against the dying of the facts Linger bitter kept around spider strings a woven gown Ripped on nails tore it down, the slit reveals her back At least the small of it, not all of it She only touched the polished bits Betrayed the rings around her eyes she got while staring through the cracks Ink from the sharpie which held the scent of harpies The sirens and the art piece He could only hang with tacks And she dreamed, that her children would stop fighting It might seem apparent sibling rivals striking Body screams for the cannons they were lighting Silver screen war theater's enticing And she dreamed Vicissitude limerence buckets of crabs choke Clawing at escape artists, retelling a bad joke Wishing food, deliverance, battling dashed hopes She's humming, her vision rips the hull of a crashed boat Last note she ever plucked string on a cracked bow Slit quiver fingers flipping birds at the bashful Feather flights bring her to the booty the map shows Treasures dotted lines an X attaching his crass soul Wired nets sinew broken flesh on a dance pole Rallying the sun to speak the secret the mask knows Challenging a tongue to bleed when it should ask ghosts Talent beaming underlings breathing in black soap Key across painted dreams, scratching a trash vote Free frost sainted schemes, nervous spine of the rat broke Compass needle lost the wheel, purpose bent every last spoke Observe absurdest artists musing prophets who laugh most And he laughs while the children sharpen sticks A golden calf the figure head that guides the ship Is split in half break the idle hands lay bricks Plunge the staff into the clay and then he quips Silly games all end the same this is how we sift Loose noose prison comedy up at the gallows Interrupted breaking news alerts the symphony of shadows Mad hope, dim light, create with vandals Channeling the corpse of your long awaited bride Take her hand with hopes she understood that you tried Shaman song with m&m mini cans for rattles Drum; subtle snare, loose leaf stretched over wood panels Inner battles couldn't handle being penned with cattle Prod the cracked and broken leather sole of my left sandal Wax drops on my toes, forgot about the candle Vigils don't seem to mean quite what they used to She wants me to explain can only say that I'm confused too