Sun, Hero, and Star.
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
of Red reality
Tragic trajectory, coming
Down, that famous sun.
Tic- toc time, remembering
something, the one eyed man said
“The slug horn blown”
Red sky, new sun
He’d hung his life on, meaning
Some Thing or cycle of--
Thought--Not just Nuttin’--
No Being, or Ideal--
Then, Well, just the sun, again!
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, of JANGLING
Crystalline-- BEAUTY!
There! He said it-- out loud!
Others could hear--
OH HEAR!, it darts
and stings
What they called HERo
In his “as if--” world
He made a Mark on the Wall,
Another, they added up
to something
Hero Sun and suN smeared Villa
The red walls,
the bird flies across the floor
He saw a Silhouette, black.
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 cardboard
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,
Regalier in Racoon hat and pajamas
"By the shores of gitchy goomy,
Flat footed HERO,
By the shining big sea water"
QuestinG! there, Her Majesty's Bounty!
Through the waves!, AHAB, Ha!
thrusting-- forth!
Orange SUN--yellowing, Reality falling
to Sprig of lilac, THE
Forever rocking
Incessant death, rocking
Sun, thou orb!
And death, whispering,
What he knew he couldn’t say
it flew across the floor,
Falling back and around
Shadow of, through, THE stars,
The STARS
Hurled to the ground.
The clouds puffing, to thunderhead
Eternal height tinged, and
Turning to evening, slate and yellowing stripe,
purple and
Black dome closing
The stars
All the parts
like all the stars, the head
Of the Hero!
The chaos, those fictions of Leviathan,
This out of order--
the stars, revolving
THE STUDIO, it mirrored
Walls, he thought
No home, with no flowered couch
but stars
No football game on Sundays
Just shapes
And a palette of color
THE DOG WAITING
iN dark bright stars
How to express this death
He saw it in the landscape
That distance
With paintings in his head
The LAST JUDGEMENT
on the WALL, Stars,
Out in the Stars!
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
“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
Between polarity
opening on the new-- world
Dreamed in winter of city snow
The sun is setting
Color was ironic after all--
Fragmented circle, the images
Clattering, Revolving, climb-- fall back,
into black, 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
Diamond spangled blanket
The mesa upended into this
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-
that great hero taking leave
We go on about this Life,
Scrawl a tragedian testament
The sky is not moved--
the story goes on
Expanding beyond edge
Simple Giotto like
Villa--
Wall and--
A World
plaster cracking--
With arms outstretched
Greeting the birds
Falling, falling
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 me in
they were unforgiving--
They could kill a man
Star SPANGLED dream
Tower, off in the distance
chanting the things
Wandering afar
Wave breaking
The kitchen silence, the
Light streaming in
Trees all yellow along the river
Winding through
some story worth telling
Hoo, Hoo!
Stars, dust, dirt
The abstraction to
ONE, question
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 window
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
Dies-- changing
Bring back
With black line
Lasso and tie it down
To edge
An animal outside
was sniffing, around
he woke to cold and wind.
October 23 2008 NYC
reedited Abiquiu 21 October 2010
