(for my brother and his son)

There is love here. A kind
Of resurrecting. A life instinct
Drowning in the gaseous life
Experience of the mother tongue,
Lungs, and hands of the stars.
The bluesy ‘contribution’ of
The song of a woman. The red
Pulsing action of the gills of a
Fish. The climbing-leaping hands of
A man gesticulating through
The air. You’re the birth and
Death and great life of me.
Night and day. Dark night and
Daylight. When the dark passes
Over me and daylight comes I
Think of the person I could have
Been. My rightful inheritance.
The sun, theories of the moon.
And when the sun kisses my
Forehead, my shadow, my shoulders,
The nape of the neck it heals
And strengthens me. I am again reminded of the Tongue of a fish, the eyes of

A bird, (an eagle), the hands of a
Man, and the bluesy song of a
Woman. Daylight and dark night.
Dark night and daylight. Even roses
Have a spirit that dances
Within them. The flame inside
My heart for you is made
Of natural collateral. Down to earth
Painters are masters in their
Own way. I am through with drunkenness
And cowardly behaviour.
Once you could do it for me.
I was just kissing the sweet dream of you.
The earth is suddener. Green and spiteful.
Snowed under by roses. The
worship of bombs and in pink praise of theology.
Ingredients of the amazing.
You-don’t-do, you-don’t-do
It for me anymore. I am through
Kissing the dream of you.
Kissing the epic-epic-epic
Sweetness of a media legend.

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"All about my mother" & "Brother Wolf and Sister Wren"
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