on visiting with a guy

on visiting with a guy

known for his fondness of simplicity,

his uncanny ability to fade out

whenever some abstract moment sours,

striking wry appearances reflected in the

molten broadcast before him...

and this spirit guide painter of mind travels

owned an igloo on a mountain

in south Flatbush, I think it was,

and so the story goes

when served plate of pens in class,

his thoughts with actions

having since been handed over to the next individual,

(thus vindicating me)

presented me with a bowl of rice and vegetables,

which I then rearranged into the image of a canvas

St. Louis

1972