fake, worrisome laughsacross the face, bulbous eyes, bespeckled and hard-of-sight,hard-of-being,heart of man-woman-and-childplaced on the chopping block and made into a fine soup that’s slightly underseasoned
chemical pistol
pointed at the kaleidoscopic sky,
such are the famous last words
of the storming artist engaged
with some sort of self-destructive habit