It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Do you know what Dada is?

Or Surrealism?

Do you know cubism?

Impressionism?

Do you think modern art is all wonky and wanton

And pointless?

Do you know that art evolves?

Do you care?

I should think you all shouldn't.

But art is important.

It evolves.

It makes sense.

Without making any.

And people (a lot of them)

Walk around chittering and chattering

"Modern art is stupid! It doesn't mean anything!"

"My kid coulda done that!"

"It's a friggin' line on a canvas!"

And I dare say

It is the evolved form of art and it has feeling and it makes sense to somebody.

Regardless.

Although I do wonder if there are artists that make things just to see people try to make sense of them.

Like the song "I Am the Walrus".

It isn't supposed to make sense.

But people still argue its meaning.

I should like to think about a sarcastic, idiosyncratic artist, going about their work just to spite others.

Anywho.

I dig modern art.

Yeah, I said it.

And yeah, you're probably thinking

"But it's stupid."

But alas,

I do not care.

Does he like modern art?

I am not sure if he likes it.

I know he doesn't hate it.

But I'm not sure.

One can never be sure.

And

I'm on a bit of a kick with poems involving sleeping.

So here's another:

Insomniac and Narcoleptic

One

You are

This sleeping thing.

I see

In reflections

From the speckled mirror.

Hanging just so

At an angle as to

Show the bed.

And I mustn't

make a sound.

Much less to stir you awake.

You sleep fitfully.

-

Per usual.

-

I suspect

It is lurking in dreams

The cause of

restless dreaming

-

I am restless

As you sleep.

In the half-lit

Light of 3 am.

Indiglo-green.

-

All I am or

Shall ever be.

Is nestled into this odd curve

Where I see you only through

The slightest dark reflections.

But I know where you are.

Who you are.

Right beside me.

-

Sleeping thing

Whose breathes come steady.

Almost drugged.

By narcolepsy

Night or

Some magic I am immune to.