In the Kitchen
This is about a particular drawing though I wish not to disclose which one exactly I
mean for it matters so much that it matters no longer because my friends Arthur and
Bim watch over their kitchen rest their bones now and fly in spirit together
In the Pembrokeshire winds
Little squiggles on paper of lovers drawn with life-long experience to master the craft
of surreal expression what is and may yet be like a curious child expressing the world
and it holds so much description of how Pablo adorned the evolution of
Genuine genius
Like the outlined lovers who hung framed on the panel the Giardellis had eloped and
spent their lives painting collaging and sculpting in the former Warren School House
where they played ping pong on a table like soul mates’ embrace in the gallery with
Pablo adorning their life
Art work is what it means to the viewer ink drawn on canvas beholding the meaning
depicted straight into the heart and the soul when they join essence symbiosis along
On a stone wall over the Aga it had lived as they had
Breakfast with Picasso each every day
25th April 2017
Cold white seeds
planted new in me, burried
deep in this broken heart
in the cracks of light through
a navy sky
my body is sick for them
after each popping swig
and the late nights
of my forever shaking shoulders
I will need them again, and what they build
when I think on your brown eyes
which love so fiercely
and move so easily
when I think on your hands
which taste the air like flames,
so earnestly
So desperately, I'm singing
collaging my life
stringing lights around my own eyes
Asking,
Can't you see your own reflection?
I've always been here