when you live with an artist

you have to put up with their temperament  odd passions    and indebtedness to things

they cant rightly call theirs

you put up with no-holds barred contests 

                                                                                                                    

bindings  bruised feelings   and lacerations

  

sex in the craziest places

Oh

       and desperate panting Liberation

                                             like gaping holes torn in new shirts and blouses 

you live by clutching tempestuously

soothed  and cradled demurely

                                  

Exist

            holding in your hands things rare

never seen before

secret

                                  

Sacred 

         And you turn your back and walk out on what you think you comprehend

working at planes either so small

                                    to be impossible

or so immense to be improbable

they agreed together

  

stubbornly compromising

what one believes is trash 

                             is the others inviolable treasure

1646,  Friday, 14  8. 15

he possessed a hair-trigger curiosity that readily recognised minutiae

  

the  blatant  smallest things pricked his mind  piqued him 

and he raged  bloodlusting  when others he assumed to possess faculties as full as his own either averred their eyes

or didnt look

                         terra incognita(unknown territory – land)

how could anything Latin not cull someones interest

a fearsome sounding gobbledygook  which  viscerally enunciated by the priest during the recitation of Sundays Mass  rained down on the large and small worshippers from his prominent lectern

then particularly  

                            when most of Earths terra incognita has been erased and replaced

and in his best estimate  by terror incognita

metus   timor   vereor

 

                                    let people pick and choose the names of their fabricated and enforced fantasies

he would have none

he earnestly still sought occasions to thumb through an old reprinted hardbound he stole from the public library as a boy                                                                                                                       

The History of the Expedition Under the Command of Captains Lewis and Clark

and within  its map entitled

A Map of Lewis and Clark's Travel, Across the Western Portion of North America,  

From the Mississippi to the Pacific Ocean

fear could summons no passion or combat to rival his succulent enticement

perhaps  at best  fear might muster his blanket pity
                                                                                     when his pity was hapless and extended in a word  because in all good conscience he had nothing more to offer than the salve of the word itself

he did not know the Latin for that brusque alignment
                                                                                      though he was confident it existed

Latin  had a word for everything

1351,  Saturday,  8  8. 15

2353,  Saturday,  8  8. 15