Cubists. Poem by Ripper Jones
Cubists.
All your memories are unique,
They are patches on a quiltwork
Held together by a few incidents.
Artists are mirrored in themselves,
Recognising faces only in the abstract,
A form which comes from a heavy beard,
Wavy hair, green eyes, corpulent, etc.
And in such incidents
such as the art teacher telling off a bully
So incongruous and yet
Fits the idea of a memory....
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