His grandfather’s last name was Inoswego –
He was robed in feverish thinking –
an Absurdist Aliens’ Allegory
etched on the eyes
ascetic, harshly featured saints.
His shaky hands,
like an octopus swimming in a hot broth,
wrote the lines in stark rainbows
on the walls of his twilight room.
WALL STANZAS 1 – 4
In the land of the Chimera,
every tchotchke, doodad, and artifact bear,
their own menagerie of incorruptibles,
are sitting quietly, in cabinets and on shelves;
there will I meet you again.
Remember, that place,
full of days
bound by the wind and walnut shells ?
I used to live in anticipation,
full of stencilled shadows –
your hair spiralled,
clinging to the sleeping breeze,
even as regret turned
complex spatial structures,
a portable triptych
equations of albatross bones & frozen feathers.
Matter, aesthetically turned into Moebius strips,
twines between corridors,
echoing a more archaic art –
Grail Sine sighs
with your footsteps
on corroded rugs.
Tears of sand traced
memories on your face –
I’ll give you ten thousand kisses,
Ten times more
beneath the gold striations
on drenched draperies.
No one knows whether the initials
are those of the print-maker,
the book binder, the book-scald-presser,
the book’s owner, a whale-skinner,
a misplaced patron – or
the intangible incarnation of the deceased –
remnants of an artist with a refined sensibility,
like rose petals beneath the cactus.