6 Poem-Drawings
by Jono Tosch

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The Trapping of Lesser Shapes

Here, a triangle and a trapezoid are surrounded by a gray rectangle. Should we say they exist within the gray rectangle uncomfortably? Should we say they dream of oil drums? Should we say that sometimes they are unsure about their proximity or that they are struggling to rectify their happiness against their current, trapped condition? Maybe we should. This is how it happened.

The gray rectangle was out of cigarettes. It had been out at the bars the night before, hunting for poon. It was not a very good hunter. When it saw the triangle and the trapezoid absorbed in a moment of unified bliss on the street, the gray rectangle snuck up behind them, and captured them.

Do we need to ask why the gray rectangle would want to capture our heroes? No, we don’t. What is important is that whatever’d been eating at the gray rectangle before it captured our heroes continued to eat at it after it captured them. Even worsened.

Locked in a perpetual embrace, the triangle and the trapezoid turned into a dominant, white wedge of love that burned inside the gray rectangle like a forever unreachable crack rock.

Perspective is a Real Bitch

Pictured below is a box.

It is poorly rendered, but I think we can all agree that it is a box, or that it represents the idea of a box. Correct?

Then let us assume we all agree. The thing is a box, and it probably contains something.

Boxes that contain “nothing” probably contain “something.” The argument is easy to make.

Air is something; absence is something; nothing is something; something is something. It is all so confusing. Let’s continue.

You are inside this box. You are wearing odd clothes—whatever feels odd to you, I wouldn’t be so presumptuous to decide—and you are hopelessly in love with me.

You are hopelessly in love with me, but I am behind the box, and perspective does not afford you a good view of me.

Perspective is a real bitch.

You want so badly to see me, you can hardly contain yourself.

Gorgonzola Cheese

This illustration is a brief visual to help the reader know the shape of the mind that made first the famous blue cheese.

People don’t generally know that when they are dreaming up new cheeses, cheese makers generally meditate upon abstract shape conglomerations, just to warm them up for the cheese making process.

But it’s true. Any master cheese maker will attest to the value of shape meditation when even pondering a new cheese form, especially a cheese with a high mold ratio.

So, the shape to the left is the exact shape that the inventor of gorgonzola held fast in his mind when imagining his baby child.

So now you know.

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