work in the maze
today just yesterday
and hope to fade away
fog that shades your
gaze
factory for for favorite
works
pumpin’ out like
Mona’s smirk
the art we make makes
Earth look curt
just quick
no time
and then return to dirt
death is fear horizon
behind we shake
the lion
Oz where fiction lies
words write
but don’t equate
beauty idiot in
disguise
child of light
where darkness pries and rakes
face the fumes
fight for your lives
feed the flames
burn down high rise
stock that comes out grey
paint just runs
to whoever pays
The Market’s down
and painters lay
in desks too small
their visions
caged
Child of light
let out your rays
Child of light
scorch the maze