PHILOSOPHER OF MODERN ART

Ayad Gharbawi

December 15, 1988 – Boston



When questions pose meanings surreal
The answers question themselves
We, in our homes
Homes of nowhere
We questioned
We hoped melodies could mean
Meaningful truths
Somehow
Go home, now
Your home
There are no hopes, nor homes,
Your lives
Are dying, slowly
Go home!
Pay the drinker
To go home
Pay the last conversationalist
Pay yourself money
Express a smile now
She sits in front of you
Standing there
Doesn’t she?
Boredom killed us now
Boredom killed art!
Unreal and surreal
Abstract and impressionist
Boredom killed art!
Your beloved and shallow art
Died, where
Humans died.