Still Life with Table Lamp, Lichtenstein

Sometimes the information just stops It's all squared off, but it feels too little Perhaps we can't trust what we see Maybe everything is between the lines All I need for this image is stored already I've read that paper in the dim light Placed it there in another reality I'm within and beyond the canvas Captured in ink, somewhere I need to burn my fingers on the bulb Create disarray Check if under the rug is another rug And another rug There's no headline, not on this non day No one filled in the details Just a barrier between me and the pool of blue And lies about the light sources