This Was A Man

Meaning abandoned in poetic abstraction
Tell me Picasso, what do you see through cubed reality?
In the perimeters of your canvas, outside the
Prescribed image.
You compose in modern consciousness.

He bargains with angles and negotiates with shape,
Eloping with simplicity and married in abstraction
He is bemused by his own artistic endeavor but
Pained by those who ridicule his oration, souring his
Artistry. His artistry? Just a mere extension of his soul.
The brush lathe instrument to conduct his internal
Symphony, his harmony with Representation. To
Paint the face of inventiveness. He channels his
Spirit throughout the slender arm, of the implement
(the brush is an artists soul companion) to perform for
His palette, an audience of colour.
Each work like a penciled whisper of his cryptic being.
Each work like a child savaged and torn from the mothers arms
By untrained ridicule.
Wrestling with perspective, the elements are so 'mix’d in him'.
Pictorial protest becomes framed anarchy.
There is solitude to be found in structure.
Perspiring simultaneity and
Picasso is an honorable man.

In cubist command and strange technique I ask, where is Julius?

I went yesterday to the Louvre and saw Behind dog eyes,
Half mouths and three arms ... I saw Caesar. The painting was called:
"What is a square anyway?"