What changed you, are there some credits
you should roll?
Was it James or Pablo that altered Steins view,
smartly, she said Henry, but we see reality by Picasso,
who chose distance to close in his view,
making imagery true
deftly in paint and tone and on monotone, she drones on
in her oboe wind; Williams drinks down the Dionysus wine,
loose lipped, they slur together...same tune,
sung the wrong song.
Was there a moment you became you?
Who was there claiming responsibility for all
that you are, you are, yoar, no more non-sense,
blaspheme by contest, in jest, we protest and
already we have infested
too much to undo, not saying enough, playing tough
and rugged,
this is New, as good as-gold-as good as dead, and it was
Good.
Where sparks once flew, the artist extinguishes with
billows of blue, it will turn-.-
Image credit By Wide World Photos [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
