Lost and Spellbound

           Lost and Spellbound

The abstract breasts that jut out in the frames

Of Modernism, jutting out and flat

At once, Picasso’s amalgam defames,

Because he wants to shock.  He had a spat

With lovely art and so se wegt his bile.

The spewings on the canvasses, those

Who followed on were vomit-worthy vile

Like Abstract Expressionists in their pose

As artists.  Coleridge was wiser than

His buddy, Wordsworth.  Samuel declined

To use the language of the common man

As Dalí passed Picasso far behind.

  The truer poetry and painting left

    Flat trials behind, turning eerily deft.

Phillip Whidden