Burning Gold Frames

The club of a caveman
waving in the brown heat
like a cool paintbrush
ing up against a sabre
toothed-tiger's jaw;

locked inside a portrait.

the melody of attack
syncing to all rhythms,
snakes into the strike
as the red spill jets
sunny drops of life

locked inside a portrait.

the deep dead pounding.
a step over history.
frozen like an artery,
this animal is skinned
--its skeleton a map.

locked inside a portrait.

the lavafire tars bubbling,
perfect bones left to sink
charcoaled in mysterium,
down a fossilized petrify
thickened with delirium.

locked inside a portrait.

and our final spinning sun
on earth everywhere
shapes are being riped
and ripped from clogged
earthroots & grubworms

locked inside a portrait.