Like Picasso Still Lifes
slouching in a pink blue chair
any chair
the room is not square
with two eyes oblique
the lines vanish
to many spots
somewhere
anywhere
between the ceiling and the floor
the walls and the door
the room
the world
like Picasso still lifes
a collage of shapes
colors and textures
are like many people
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