Destruction and Creativeness

[billy]

Shaving blades, colder than the distant moon,
grey as an old woman's hair, do not dance like daffodils.
The hollows of the subconscious

where sounds and language sit like books
hold no student's photographs
featuring extended arms,

a poorly written false wisdom (false feels redundant)
doodled in the white margin.
Maybe I'm a philistine.

Could the Holocaust have been
one giant performance piece? Don't demonise
poor Mengele. He was a struggling artist.

The Botticelli of scalpels,
Dante of the primed handgun,
the surgery, the broken skull.

Depression isn't beautiful,
regardless what the traveler may use of it to feed his art
on returning to this world.

shaving blades feels a little weird for me (i'm too used to razor blades.)
and traveller has 2 L's. it's a very dark piece specially the mengele reference, i actually like the way it's done but it does read like the 1st person admires him? (i see it as tongue in cheek rant) to compare him in artistic skill to bottom nelly feels a little shallow.
the last verse will vibe with lots of people and so it' works well.
jmo
thanks for the read jack