My easel, has been asleep for a while, like a whale on the lost deep seas finding a prey to victimise to sate the belly full.
Your easel, sees in my eyes the robbers on the blink* of an unruly end finding recognition in social media to favor ego to sate the belly full.
Your easel, is a mellow fine lens Hands in line holding a gun set a trigger, to silence the crowds the doom in the public cruise trollers and vipers with wipers to sate the belly full
What have we come to dear friend? we seek fame and lose our self to the shadows of the masses who denude our dignity to gain their sanity to sate the belly full
What have we come to dear friend? in the spaces of the contours between dehumanised by the social media the medium of the century voice the armageddon of currency *that sate to fill it's belly
The poem is an accompaniment to an art piece called "Robbers". The piece is a two composition hue, with shadowy effects of a teenager holding a gun. In the shadows and the in-betweens, the dark streak of social media dehumanisation strikes. The art piece 'robbers'Β Β is the work of "Joshua Ingram" aka Ezra Warhol. Thanks for inspiring me artistically, I am swapping walls for the canvas. Your artistic hand is beautiful and ethereal dear poet, musician and painter friend. http://hellopoetry.com/atlasmarker/