Picasso’s Forms Come Alive

I.

Complain
Complain
Complain.
No time for this
No time for that.

Shut the fuck up!

Inside the mass
Of who knows what
Inside your skull
Energy is moving
Erratically
Here,
There,
Everywhere.
And it all adds up to something.

Mass of matter and energy
Creating thought.
Chaos into order.
But not exactly.

II.

You really want that
Ice cream cone,
Television,
Ford Mustang.

You want that
Vacation,
Freedom,
Happiness.
You want it all
Toil free.

Dreams of being
Royalty
Seeping in-
To your everyday
Consciousness.
Fact and fiction
Merged as one.

III.

Chaos into
Less chaos
Yet still
Chaos.

Why
Why
Why does he do this to you?!
Or do you do it
To yourself?

Before the sun ceases
To rise,
Before the millennium
Turns again,
Before my last breath
Is taken.
Please,
Find clarity
By then.