Sunday, January 27, 2008

The realm of wordWork


ROTHKO & DA VINCI’S MOTHER


We researched grains of afterglow noon
Storing the Sistine heart’s know-it-all fire
Secret doors closing too permanent soon
Releasing for free our ninth half empire

Your bittersweet burn triggered ways pre-focal
Those soft-noted colors of warm wine and rum
Wrapped-up precocious your feeling’s pre-vocal
My time’s still running where you come from

You come from my mountains my deserts my trees
From wide open spaces of water and smoke
Try pleasing the barber sits poor Damocles
His music begins from his final down stroke

Tarpaper houses naked by scales
Remember the shyness Aquinas lacks
Off-roading over lost logging trails
In worthless sedan chairs almost Pontiac’s

All people that lived here before the white man
Never tested karma with a painters veto
Your painted desert never told the Cheyenne
Delegate ink while its still incognito


Copyright 2004 Jeffrey Frisch

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