thinking perhaps
to quell the endless
soulless rage of sol
i laid a series
of crayons out onto
the sidewalk to
give it a chance to
express itself in a
slightly more healthy
artistic endeavor
besides slowly cooking
the human parasites
infesting its wobbly
third cerulean remora

a summertime crime scene
of melted colors forming
a shallow waxy snapshot
to make pollack weep
a junior jurrasic park
with insects trapped in
an ever solidifying plate
of amber colored strata
the simmering beams made
from irradiated photons
assuring chaotic rivulets
with which to paint an
artless deception upon
ridges of cracked concrete
a testament to the utter
disregard of the universe
in fractured phantasmal floes