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"Random Somethingness"
by Jeph Johnson
overhead yet still on its side
the red umbrella sheilds
the rest of this still-life menagerie
from the brilliancy that was me.
rising,
I move to a better vantage point,
gazing underneath the upright
downright "cagey" mess.
but why?
meaning is released,
free as dangling sheers.
it is all gathered together by the artist.
I must like it
-or else!
forgetting it's a flute,
melody meets irrelevance.
the artist alone cops the relevancy.
perhaps someday
I will pick up the random hole punch
and put a peek-hole through the parisol.
