Vicious Synecdoche

Vicious is the hand that uses a willow as a weapon.

Vicious is the feeding heart mocking the hand.

The bench witness at the bar lost her tongue,

Caught a ride on the wings, answering an enigma.

Temporal. Terrestrial. Celestial. Disport from the eye of Diablo,

Arms to the woman singing backwards, gunning hyperbaton, 

Suits and boots, the crickets chirped catastrophically 

Ear to the press, face to the black mirror, dead beat

Heart dented to the voice, drip. Fans, there were none.

Savor the strange, no negative chat, no fear of failure,

Vicious bouncer sledging or white house lessons to learn.

Vicious anarchy loosed on the crowd that holds a steady gaze.

Lord’s Mound and Tavern address the cruel stand news takes,

Oblique greed. Sails…eight bridges back to the home field view.

A simple game of life, two infinities holding steady buzz.

Death cult right-wingers left stringers multiverse pickle Bazball.

Vicious Wubi zing characters' eyes around a neck of keys,

Vicious, there is a bug in the bed of haute surveillance.

A daily sampling of the worst that humans can do is sickening.

Birdsong among thorns, sound and fury, ear to the nothing signifier.

Vicious cricket keys his voice trails on vacation from atrocity, take a knife.

Vicious synecdoche for a glint of guidance, walking to that light.