The Expressionist

What is cubism,

Trianglism, hexacism,

Is Geometry any different?

Each has in common

Exclusiveness

Of chaos, cobwebs & calligraphy,

In the expressionist’s view,

They are chaos in

The real world,

The realist:

Those are chaos in

Their rigidity.

It’s metal in fire,

And women in water,

And birds catching clouds,

Entangled in the cobwebs of insidious

Eyes.

It could resemble spikes of towers,

Gridlines of power,

Lightbulbs in squatters’ loos,

Shadows in the streams,

Smoke of thoughts,

On the mirror,

Scribble from photographs,

Taken in Tokyo,

@Times Square,

With a Geisha smiling,

Could be hillocks

With twin lighthouses,

Astride on diametrical peaks.

The red paint

Could be blood

From chickens’ bladders.

The glisten glaze

Either be varnish

Or tears.

The blue dabs,

Must be daughters

At birth.

Nursing by the paddy

The grains saddle,

In the golden dusk.

The browns

Are soil taken

From the buffaloes’ dung.

There was geometry

Everywhere

The perfection would be symmetry.

The chaos sitting on the edge,

The freedom tangled in cobwebs,

And calligraphy whispering in the hollow space.

These are master crafts

Of cubical hexacism

Composed in chauvinism 54