Are there allegories of the artist
Worth harkening to? We hardly exist!
Paul Klee tried with his “Colorful Meal.”
The table’s set with manikin and cat,
Cognac and deviled egg and phones for chat.
There’s gruel in a bowl but it’s not real.
An umbrella dries and a flag can’t wave.
A table fork has one too many tines.
(I write these words with diminishing lines.)
After lunch there are leftovers to save,
But will sooner or later be thrown out.
The diners had nothing to talk about.
In the cluttered emptiness they persist
In creating, though they scarcely exist.
