And even abstract paintings are reined in by frames
as the edges of the canvas impose grammar
to the sweating tongue of art
as the universe expands all around the painting
and all we can do is watch
while we search for meaning
while satellites spin out of control
and lose all contact with their designers.
Shadows fall violently from trees and off roof tops
lamp light draws chalk bodies round the silhouettes
of failed Rorschach tests
that look like a dozen ex girlfriends.
And this thought has passed before the end of this sentence.
Writing, I’m always one word behind.
We’re bigger than our vocabulary,
yet, we’re defined by it
the finite being infinite
the shivalinga of language
and these words exist both in your mind
and out of my imagination
and as creator, I need you to tell me
what do they mean?