Classic Poem

with oxygen,
it’s the cylinders.
with collage,
the bit
of crinkly
adherence

with poems,
(though poems
are so ghostly
in their way)
it’s the leap
taken

‘art & life’
I ask you,
should I fret ?

with philosophy
it’s equilibrium
(is it ?)
(no it’s not)
detached
from im/possibilities

the solution,
a bit late,
but unqualified,
arrives –


to get ahead –
it’s neutrality
you want,
like
frozen food
to decomposition