#753 - comes apart where you look

 

24.i.22

753

3.24

comes apart where you look

 

in a picture are

some particular vastnesses

under which corners to hide

 

ear to breast

lovely other heartbeat

 

the absent air of solitude

old rope of phlegm to climb

 

the outside’s in the painting too

can nothing but reflect

the side wound charm

of go again and guess

 

pages of the deep

and sermons shouted down

 

it’s truth and give that the lie

 

call them objects

though each its own nothing

this is how a painting consists

 

pyjama distances

orbs fallen as to prove

 

trick of how we’re leaving

glint in just that eye

 

throws everything together

comes apart where you look

 

I come like a housepainter Pollock

to drip, to toss, swing wildly

nothing but signature here

 

the handles to turn

the levers, the candles

decks of cards or ships

shadows and my own light

 

pawprints, telltale tribes of a moment

pages to turn

half signs arranged for heavenly bodies

grim enactments, purely of lust

a ladder lighter than the rain

 

the love of whom forever

the two bird tree too

grown from sketch

a sky to suit

 

endless marks, names lost

 

every day someone comes to the picture

loudly calls a halt (or quits)

 

no matter though, we’re never the same

 

black like a way through the paper

falling to another world

 

so wipe the first one out

so soon all forget

I do

 

cartoucherie

intaglio

everything’s taken for script

as read

the shallows and the burrow

the mountain molehill

teacup storm

 

all dreamt

all dreaming

still to come

 

as infinite as anyone

not knowing where to stop