Synthesis

This one needs a title and not a sequence-tag. But I hate titles; I never want to sum my work into a neat phrase, nor create a further juxtaposition with something outside, appended later onto the text. So um...

Unsequenced Poem

Insider's joke-

putting cigarettes out in Guernica

cubist oil crinkling

like cellophane in the secret pocket.

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I wear spectacles like cameras

X-Ray vision, or rather

quanta flitting about.

Uncovered truth:

There is no canvas under the paint.

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I sign my name

in big, ignorant block:

Picasso.

While others searched, amongst the bodies,

I was taking notes.

I had never seen such ravens.