Connecting the dots

Connecting the dots

A Poem by Arganova

I’m connecting the dots in the nonsense

I brought a sharpie to the modern art gallery

And I’m drawing on their finest paintings, trying to

Find form. Trying to find a connection between here

And reality. Hell, I’m just trying to find a

Connection

Between anything and anything else

I’m just looking for a pattern

And all my math teachers left me ill-equipped

I have no idea how to plug any of this into a calculator

And no, I don’t know how to graph this on a spread sheet

I’m making it up as I go

 

I forgot the constellations last night and made up new ones

In my defense, does anyone actually know who Orion is

Or why he deserves to lie amongst the stars?

So far, I haven’t found anyone who does.

However, I still failed astronomy

 

I’m making it up as I go

And sometimes the pieces of this puzzle reality fit

But the images they make aren’t right, and somehow filing them down to

Fit into something right never works

But what I keep getting wont do, so I just keep

Reshaping

Eventually, it’s got to turn out right

Until then, I am the improv fool who forgot their lines

And you, to the best of my knowledge, still know yours

If I made the time, could you teach me mine?

 

On second thought, no

It’s ill-advised, but listen; could you forget your lines as if you never knew them?

Throw away everything of self you were ascribed

Stop working towards the symphony; find the beauty in the cacophony

Etch meaning into every modern painting

Forget everything you were told of how the world is or should be

Make a whole new set of constellations, write your lines as you go

And make it up new with me

We’ll file puzzle pieces of existence until everything is fine

And then look for the patterns in the chaos

And even if we don’t find any, revel in the world we made

Tomorrow, you can go back to this

To everything of the world you know now

But tonight, bring sharpies to the modern art gallery with me

We’ll start there

© 2010 Arganova


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Beautiful poem! I think this poem is talking about learning to express yourself and to find connections yourself, connections that others cannot see. Great work!

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A Poem by Arganova