Mr. Max Beckmann By Omar Acevedo

In the shade of

Capitalist reality

We are shackled in

Societal tendencies.

Seen as a whole

Individuality is drowned in auditory

Hallucinations

Procreating sensation

In riddle.

Whatever happens on Earth

Stays on Earth

Past living tracks

With ideas

Indefinitely

Dispersed

Past evolution of

RNA transcribed to

DNA double entendre.

We maintain

A recreational frame. That, of

The beautifully rough,

Raucous-sharpening strokes

Of Mr. Max Beckmann