Peak

peak

of

the

the

on

grand

sunset

canyon

glorious

legacy strata of carrion

carry on

vultures prey on dead flesh

we’re circling vultures

closing in on prosperity

on the rooftops

why is rioting > murder?

police brutality, fires across the city

infectious disease we call

death

it’s like people think that they

don’t have a choice

what is amoral

compass

after all

there’s nothing that points you in the right

direction

spinning arrows

police

firemen

people dressed in suits that say

‘I help’

credit card fraud

racism

murder

dusted away in dark streets

who would fear me?

beige lime green

sharp rocks

ice pick

how hard would it be to survive with a frozen heart

no machine pumping victories

arteries pulsing

even Raskolnikov’s tool of choice was

intended to end something living

ice is cold

dead

rigid

immobile

preserves everything holds a lock on time

standing on the edge of the canyon between

life

and

death

bloodied rocks in the sun

Aeolus beckoning you with

two hands

into the abyss

Nietzsche knows his voice

from darkness

am I painting a red sunset fence on the rocks

with blood?

come join me