Connecting the dotsA Poem by ArganovaI’m connecting the dots in the nonsense I brought a sharpie to the modern art gallery And I’m drawing on their finest paintings, trying to Find form. Trying to find a connection between here And reality. Hell, I’m just trying to find a Connection Between anything and anything else I’m just looking for a pattern And all my math teachers left me ill-equipped I have no idea how to plug any of this into a calculator And no, I don’t know how to graph this on a spread sheet I’m making it up as I go I forgot the constellations last night and made up new ones In my defense, does anyone actually know who Orion is Or why he deserves to lie amongst the stars? So far, I haven’t found anyone who does. However, I still failed astronomy I’m making it up as I go And sometimes the pieces of this puzzle reality fit But the images they make aren’t right, and somehow filing them down to Fit into something right never works But what I keep getting wont do, so I just keep Reshaping Eventually, it’s got to turn out right Until then, I am the improv fool who forgot their lines And you, to the best of my knowledge, still know yours If I made the time, could you teach me mine? On second thought, no It’s ill-advised, but listen; could you forget your lines as if you never knew them? Throw away everything of self you were ascribed Stop working towards the symphony; find the beauty in the cacophony Etch meaning into every modern painting Forget everything you were told of how the world is or should be Make a whole new set of constellations, write your lines as you go And make it up new with me We’ll file puzzle pieces of existence until everything is fine And then look for the patterns in the chaos And even if we don’t find any, revel in the world we made Tomorrow, you can go back to this To everything of the world you know now But tonight, bring sharpies to the modern art gallery with me We’ll start there © 2010 Arganova |
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