Fine Arts For Predators (A Crash Course) Poem by Frank William Finney

Begin alla prima.
Paint yourself a podium and try
your luck while the wall's still wet.

Draw blood to draw inferences;
words to draw blood.

Ink up your rogues in indelible grey.
Poodle your martyrs in soluble white.

Drag the names of the dead through the
shadowline.

When it rains
plant a skull in a flowerpot.
This is your model. Your future's museum.
Sharpen your eyeteeth and sketch more skulls.

At the first sign of cracks or
if bubbles appear,
sell your soul for an hour
with the gilder's knife.

Touch in the sanguine tint.