Dream? 
Or Nightmare?
I collect faces as if they were sweet metaphysical breadcrumbs Artistic avarice: I become fat with their images along the way Yet still it is not enough simply to divine out their souls for presentation I must constantly transcend the growing amalgam of identity Push away the ego as if it were a salivating lover trying to lick my ear Should I be forced to continue to exist as an object? Very well then I choose to be symbols of my own machination Living inside organisms of meaning as a cold hunter sheltered in the bleeding guts of a bear
My momentum is slimly, slow, but it oozes into every crack and crevice Shall I be lucifer? It depends on how you define rebellion Should I settle one day, like a bee to a flower? Again, it depends on how much there is to suck out
©2017 Charles Harry Mackenzie. All rights reserved.
Entry into @jasonrussell's portrait contest - theme:men. The judge this round is @daniphotography!