#289 - the unknown artist

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the unknown artist

 

a float in, unroofed

pauses, brinking at the work

let’s call it

 

trip windows

tell my joy

 

a quiverful

worded in with a statement

life towards the light and this

 

so fraught

not one dry eye

 

swim under

worry my bone

sing so the words may find you  

 

and will it be a go again? 

 

this is Johnny’s one tune

swoon, come with me home

 

here’s a world up over turning

eat me and drink me

serve a war

here are pockets of death

and dig

 

uttermost to heart

finding a way through

call it a page

 

much chat among the discarded

and with the might have beens

 

edge

and mirror making

 

here’s your inner

soaked in which?

 

fill canvases – still sail

 

come inch me home

see all the city stands

invisible hands made here

 

last trumps

 

stumble onto and over we go

 

once more into the breach

and buried

proud of the picture that’s gone

 

the unknown artist

featureless monument past flesh

 

rag ladder

together invent

and lie down with fleas

 

come follow the trail

of sharps and flats

 

a coin fell into the cup once

 

walls of this one

sem titulo

 

of course the art must be unknown

it’s that’s the way we go

 

let the vessel raise steam

 

will you come worship me

strew questions?

we are graveless

 

up and follow me zombies

namelessly go, makers

to the finishing

 

tell the kingdom of come

 

is the sound we make

the vanishing without a trace

though you have found me here

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