1.
And the leaves come green
And the outer blaringS of day!
Yes, the Sun’s ray,
Multitudinous Diamonded RealitY!
Harlequin Height--
Sun blood in the eye!
Red reality, at pinnacle--
Tragic trajectory, coming
Down, that Famous sun
Tic- toc time, remembering
Something, the one eyed man--
“The slug horn blown”
Red sky, OLD sun!
He’d hung his life on,
Some Thing, Meaning or cycle of--
Thought--Not just Nuttin’--
No Being, or Ideal--
Well, then, just this sun, again!
A Figure, Terrible and Gay
He held the flower up,
Achilles stood in black
SUN Shield Shimmer
That was his dream.
Going back into,
He was off once more--
Of Davy Crocket POEM!
What was always nearly
At an end,
Hero of DAY, the JANGLING
CRYSTALLINE-- BEAUTY!
There! He said it-- Out Loud!
Others heard--
OH HEAR!, it darts
And stings.
What they called HERo
In his “as if--” world
Crispin made a Mark on the Wall,
Another, they added up
To something.
Hero Sun and suN smeared Villa
The red walls,
The bird flew across the floor
He remembered seeing a silhouette, black. There
High up in the distance.
Stream, tumbling
GREY leaves, jimble
And jump, scatter, as before
The clouds, pass--
Pass, sliding over the top
All the poems
Inner forms, repeated
Over and over
In HIS cartoon notebook
Shapes somersaulted
It started with the SUN!
It identified the HERO!
Smoke, drift Hero of wasting day
Lowering globe
Scattering slate
That weird invigorating tint of sky
Always arriving That,
Regalier in racoon hat and pajamas
"By the shores of gitchy goomy,
Flat footed HERO,
By the shining big sea water"
QuestinG! Her Majesty's Bounty!
Through the waves!, AHAB, Ha!
Thrusting-- forth!
Into Oranging--REALITY falling to tint
He balanced a flowered Sprig,
Lilac--The Forever rocking,
Incessant death scent, the rocking
Round Sun, Thou orb!
And death, whispering
What he knew he couldn’t say
It flew across the floor,
Earth whizzing, falling back and
Constant, The Shadow of,
Through, stars,The STARS.
Hurled to the ground,
The clouds puffing to thunderhead
Eternal height tinged, and
Turning to evening,
Slate and yellowing stripe, purple
Repeated, Black dome closing
All the parts
Like all the stars, describing below
The everything at once!
The head Of the Hero!
Coming round now
Chaotic fiction, shapes of Leviathan,
The out of any order--
The stars, were revolving,
THE STUDIO walls, it mirrored
No home, with no flowered couch,
But stars
No football game on Sundays,
Just shapes!
And a palette of color.
Consider this! THE DOG would WAIT
IN dark, bright stars
He wondered how to express this death
He saw it in the landscape
In that distance.
Arriving Sun,
The paintings revolving
The LAST JUDGEMENT
On the WALL,
Leaves and fragments
Clouds and ocean wave
He was finishing the StudiO!
The garden-- he thought
A last cycle, in the stars.
The moon coming up.
2.
“Create something
Of that broken scene”, he said
Remaking--
The Sunflower Altar.
The minotaur carted it away,
Identity with the Sun,
Shading into night-- Sea drift
THOU ORB ALOFT!
Sun smeared cycle,
Turning to icy self, This
No man, Between polarity
Opening on the new-- world
Dreamed in winter of city snow
Yes, and the Sun is setting
Color was ironic after all--
Fragmented circle, the images
Clattering, Revolving, climb-- fall back,
Into Night time, and shade
Comic sublime, some story.
Forever taking off
A flower in his teeth
Watching for cricket, underfoot!
We were all singing for freedom
Red and yellow--in mountain blue
Diamonded spangled blanket design
The mesa upended into an
Elevated mass of
Darkening shape,
There in the sunset
Purple swoosh--
Junco twit
Constant, thit-- thit
Here I am,
Here I am!
Jays, scrabble
Tic- tic- tic-
The Great HerO taking leave
We go on about this Yes, though
We scrawl a tragedian
Testament, The sky is not moved--
The story goes on,
Expanding beyond Simple edge
He made a change here and there
Giotto like Villa--
Wall and--
A World, The World
Earth a plaster cracking--
His arms outstretched
Greeting the birds
Falling, falling
Snow storm and Ice
Through repeated motif--
The great disappointment
Torn to pieces, ONE DAY THE KNIGHT
WILL AWAKEN
THAT MORNING
SLAYING DRAGONS
NO ONE TO BAR HIS WAY
HERO dismembered
Well, I’m making it all up.
Of those city WALLS--
Pulling him in
They were unforgiving-- They
Could kill a man
Same Star SPANGLED dream
Tower, off in the distance
Chanting the things!
Wandering afar
Wave breaking over--
The kitchen silence, the
Light streaming in
Trees yellow now along the river
Winding through,
Some story worth telling
In Season
Hoo, Hoo!
Stars, dust, dirt
The abstraction to ONE,
A big Orange square
Not wanting to leave
This Wilder place
“And he’s following a star--”
Writing it down
Each day
The bed beside the windows
Stars turning
The sky grew light and
He’d run to the other sidE
Of the house to watch
The Mountain lighten--
Waking up to see it all changed.
Reality receding
IT Dies-- changing
Bring back
With black line
Lasso and tie it down
To edge
An animal outside
Sniffing, sniffing, was gone
He woke to Cold and WinD
ShaPes in tHe BlacK.
