Art at war with itself                                                                                      By: Cory Leeper

Beware the Impulsive visionary:

Instantaneous American individualism,

Made ultrasonically palatable,

When catered to the masses.

He steps onto a 1 foot stage surrounded by

The Millions

Echoes of the crowd reabsorb into the artist’s

Loose ways

Singing the same words on different days.

By the end of the show,

Misconceived oblivion haunts him,

The pacifier has lost his ready,

Withdrawn, weary, and abduct,

He retreats into a coach bus,

He tries to shut his eyes for luck.

 If you’re looking for a speak-easy,

There’s always a rock show tease,

With drums of lead,                                      

A trembled bass,

A muddled acoustic,

And some lyrics,

All strumming forth from an artist’s auto-tuned voice.