Ink, acrylic, gouache, pigments, iron-filings, canvas 150/101cm

The imposition of blind faith

On the rival relic island orders

Where its said

The importance of words

Not their meaning (meaning?)

But momentum bulk vibration frequency and splay

Is anyone out there

Out there

There

Air

r

Aye?

Let’s say there’s

The grey haired boy

Practicing drums

Between the trains on

The tracks that of course

Run parallel until they don’t like

Mutations beneficial

To survival short term

Are passed on

But may prove detrimental

In the long term who knows

Meanwhile

Pouring gravel

Into his own flooded ruts

By the same train tracks

Dressed in longhi, stained white vest

Smoking a cigarette while

Cleaning his teeth

On this lovely Sunday morning

Ignoring the tourist watching him

From the open window of the 10:40 east bound is yes!

Flimsy Tough-guy Hollowman!

Contorting to better

Regurgitate the concrete bile and

Grasp the hatred put there

As a comfort

Easier by far than love

But his thoughting

Finds ‘longing for longing

More interesting than

I long for longing’

Without consciously

Understanding why

Until