But if art does indeed have rules too
what is it but a procedure,
an exercise of fabrication
a destination with disregard
for the trek that is the truth of lie-f
(the proof of lie-f)
Fill in the blanks, connect the dots
word search, crossword puzzle
muzzle me, I’d as soon be lost
in a maze of crazed unfettered letters
void of meaning but free of guilt
(guilty only of creation without deference)
My proof is in the proverbial pudding
grab a spoon (or choose another flavor)
savor the acidic taste of integrity:
this recipe was not read off the box |