as
a man any man mid way between death and birth just a man
stood
silent hands swathed both One with a paint brush touching
the
blank mid gray red ground vastness of mid value north light
silence
no shadow no bright to watch such a man touch this vast
canvas
upon with each stroke was to see and enter genius Averell
Harriman
his father-in-law he a drunk who drank in showers fall-
ing
down glass shards concert pianist hands swathed mummified
clubs
punctuating the vast unknowable flesh of god creator
creature
a stylus in endless time painting first the face then the
light
given to all not instant but process in darkness the stars all
rendering
of all the solar systems from a limitless distance dust
mote
infinitesimal looking at us students in The Art Students
leagues
away smaller He said Saki! Take it back it's too warm!
Too
Cold do it again by the fourth I became a gray fog in China
Town
New Years theirs the endless Dragon dancing passing on
morning
came alone I lay hung over 19 ruptured fire crackers
littering
my face clothing recumbent body crumpled in a door
way
where had they gone Frank Mason and gang my fellow
students?
OK!
Children! Back aboard the bus! For moments more I touched
the
abandoned chewing gum pop corn skating beneath my numb
feet
wondering what & where is home?
120710
04:12 a man
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by jack spratt all rights reserved
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