Above the image is Rouen Cathedral by Monet, to the right is Autoportrait by Tamara de Lempicka
Vicious bodycolour enclouds his chaste mind
in a room of bruised tiles. This apple,
this bee harbour, is modest,
ruled by medievalist virtue.
Under the green stained glass, I stand
extending lucid transmissions from my smoky heart
pursuing his black perjury
He wakes with manners, morals, obligations
but ends it all with eternity incarnate,
a spiritual feast on tragic letters
sprawled out on tossed blue ribbon
with necessary eyes he feasts on their exotic wine
Young birds carry me to emotional graveyard
while he's away, seldom afraid
of my serviceable art.
Too smooth a mirror on the mantle
speaks in confused imagery - city or cloudscape?
I perform the familiar practice of leaving him with others, happily rattling.
All who have come here, have come to stand in the light.