After The Scorching Poem by Christopher J. Grasso

Whipped by this situation
brunt like a cigarette ash flicked from a bridge
deadened and confused
& pain within the chest compressed
where the seeping of venomous words pool
through not so thick skin
saturating the sewer inadequacies
such as cardboard to puddles
whilst catatonic the snarled slow burning rhetoric
of even the ugly numbered by the E(motions)

I stand, slight a man
an unwritten hierarchy of popularity
lowered to the scrutiny of paper to ash
welcoming in a the voyage of catastrophe
let us knawel on all souls
and raise the hatred of men
waiting for the bloom of harvest to rot
stretched on this canvas of black
is the picture I remain