I have been working on this ever since Monday. I could have written reams. The more I wrote and then had to cut dramatically, the more individual words started dancing around in front of me saying 'look at me, explore all my meanings'. The shortest words started to need long paragraphs.
Even the title was a hurdle. First I had a really creative one. Then I decided that anyone given my title to review would give up on the spot. It didn't have words, just symbols. Oh well, I enjoyed typing it out, even if I then deleted it.
The poem was by Frank O'Hara
Why I Am Not a Painter