Probing Guillaume’s Art & Letters

Apollinaire!

Did you not care,

Your writings were not art?

Duplicitous,

Your text is rich,

But tends to fall apart.

Birds, watches,

Long-lined swatches

Etched into the sky.

Cats, towers,

Lilting flowers,

Letters shifting by.

Boots & skulls,

Surreal dolls,

Violins & hearts.

Breezy trees

Made from Ts

Plus alpha-bits & parts

Snails & hands,

Scripted bands,

Glasses tipping wine.

Shooting stars,

Ghost guitars,

Watches out of time.

Apollinaire!

We do not care,

Your scribblings are not art!

Perfect-pitched,

Your words are rich,

Like cryptic, well-baked tarts.