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Art

Why should I want to contain you

Place your beauty within this cage in this frame

For is not arresting all at the essence of Art

Fragrance of imperfect freedom

An unleashing

Flight from confinement

Escape from ordinary

Exploration of sensescapes no corporeal beings roam

Wings

Logic and deduction and evidence and explanation

Too loaded to follow

A bridge deconstructed an outline made of squint

Lace and velvet satin and flowers rivulets of sky in an ocean of dream

Scenes of an unscene

Can I slip into my/your/our centre in secret moments

Touch your raw naked pulse

Feel

What it is to know truth at the intersection

Where imperfect breath and depth of life exchange promises

Without uttering a sound

But a shift

Caught drifting soft past

A presence

Something there

I Tried but Could Not Yet

I tried but I cannot yet do what must be done

Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says

Begin right after I read you this one

Maybe I haven’t yet worked hard enough

He seems so sure I’ll find the flow

Write about flowers or write about the blues

Write fourteen lines about buying new red shoes

Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says

Soon as you do you’ll be slipping into some silver sonic address

Reciting Dante while riding a horse called Volta

Through some echoing ancient forest

Next to Prosodic Avenue

I’ll be waiting for you.

Love Is Black And White And Beaches

Those are not my footprints in the sand

I stroll behind

I watch others’ footprints flow

Those are not my friends in the photograph

I stroll behind

I hope they would not mind

This is not my year for even numbers

I step aside

I am Aquarius and partly blind

This is not yet my year of death

I’m standing still

I am older now but destined perpetual Valentine

Horses

From above I saw them

Trio of pale mountain travellers

Sipping slipstream cooling parched tongues

Coats reflective of filtered autumn sun

Unhurried untamed unworried

Aware yet unmoved by human presence

I stood watching still as a stone

And imagined us as one untethered beast

Oh fleet footed wild ones

Were I able I’d run with you

After winds at our backs

Manes like wings flashing as we gallop high

To perilous wanderings of these unpredictable shadowy mountains

Empty Pages

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Fill up all the empty pages

can’t seem to say what I want to say

all those phrases empty spaces

between me and a better way

I draw close to pen and paper so word wary

no resonance no rhythm no meaning necessary

I can’t dance

I can’t sing

I can’t wrestle this night train down

I can’t keep this beat

up time in my mind

Listen to the distant howling

is that a watcher in the wood?

Raise a wave for the black bird flying high

It is impossible to reach there

but I’m still going to try

And bird rides straight on through blood red sky