FALLING
Stricken-eyed, teeths rage, mouthing for breathfind,
Flanks bloodied-dry as if daubing
By anarchic modernists is cool,
Our heavy dog, falls and rolls, rolls and falls....
Down goose-grassed & rooted stone
Of flowered railway’s embankment
To sweet escape of run- for- home.
This is where a man’s coming in...
Almost a pointilist by chance,
A stratagem-consequence freak,
Gun tucked to shoulder bone
For interact with stars distance,
Flights energy to a point of stasis .
Letting-Go
Would he’ve known the artistic
No-quarter or imagined life-template
As in Hoppers "11.AM"1926.......
Nakedness, strange blue chair,
Stopped-fall and so relentless,
Yet so natural and comfortable,
Colour as twilight on the eyes.
And his life then and now as past’s hard-drive,
Chaos of ins and outs, then all fall down,
Liasons for go " ring-a-ring-a-rosy",warmth’s
calling
To beasts in the field and hay in barns.
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" She’s gone such a long time
Since those days in their late twenties
Growing kids at knee,future a sunlit rosebowl.
Here and now, his fifties, signs all away;
House,wide acres , those plans
Like devils chaff,like nights stardust.
Signs it easy to his married daughter,
Easy as one who’s known love’s routing;
Joy’s dancing and sorrow’s pagan touchstone,
Who eyes beauty of generous orchards,
As blind against self’s gnome.
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