in any relationships at times
one of the partners in love
just as in crime/ disappears.
in the circle of artists it is
ever more delicate
due to a geometry of triangulation
that rules over one’s emotional
the ebb and flow of inspiration
at its peak of success
opposed by the dark shadow
of destruction/ quite often from
the lips of a ghosting jealousy
partner in crime of the shadow world’s
members/ aka pilferers of art
sneaking into exhibition spaces
claiming selective pieces
as there are no watching drones
alerted to neutralize the culprits
somebody called the military arm
of the leaches of society. crash!
somebody crunching a watercolour
screech! it’s the slicing of a canvas
but these are also acts of artwork’s
built into the presentable frames
the new direction of art presentation?
perhaps a grand effect for the moment
of a work under the hammer of an
the art enthusiast will pick up the pieces
uncrumble the paper
re-establishing the sliced canvas as a new
diptych/ triptych/ multitych.
this’ the eternal repetitive circle in our
however/ art derives from able
if it would be from want it’ll called wable
art from abilities
tra from wanting.