In honour of my dear father; my inspiration.
The man whose artwork has given life to this blog.
The man whose artwork has given life to this blog.
He was a brilliant artist who left us too soon and will always be missed.
{The} EVENING OF SLACKNESS
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AFTERMATH
I have been to their houses,
I know where they live....
The brokers who negotiate from broken premises
Navigating wayfarers who lie in waiting satellites
I would also like to invite
The hard-working honest
Who have arrived through the cracks of dawn
The evening of slackness
Has begun at noon...
Some want too much
Some want too little,
Then there's the rest of us
Who sit in the middle.
And when the slackness is evened out,
Sailors can steer clear of the rocks.
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Un-dimensional germination
Acorns become timbers
After oaks
Then lignified swirls swabbed down
by sailors, and you don't
Promise never to forget
The direction of the rocks
by these creaking wooden cribs
Where babes lie in dormancy.
There will be an evening of slackness
Once we raise the mast
Then set-up sails
Leaving the past
& on into future days
& off screen compromise
On present windy nights
there will be a shift
When the slack is evened out
You are the most analytical mind I know of
Whose conclusions are bigger black holes than the
Sum of everything a cave can hold
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