1972: A painting from, a story of

Our Lady of the Tender Mercies

Watercolor 12 x 16

1972-73

Love Flight 1972

She looked me directly in the eyes

Sharply folding clothes with military edges

“You don’t love me anymore,”

Her eyes bowed back to the laundry

I fled out the door

Heart and head burning

Into the chill of Charles Street
knowing refusing she was right

Running from this laundromat

Past the very Florist that beaconed me

To this city, striking my soul

Like a bow from Cupid’s arrow

But today, this Valentine’s day

Memory running flaming cold

in this city I love

Angry at truth and derision

of socially prescribed desire

The romance of child/teenage fluff

Slapped by the angry mother

Across my rude mouth

A week later, in our hotel room

In Manhattan, making violent love

The evil desire to smother

Strangle the breath from her

flee into dark Gotham

From there across the land

Of desperadoes and bonnies and clydes

Disguised from all I knew and who

Running far, from our desire

To be who and what we were not

Running from the sin of being ourselves

Le bohéme n’ était plus

Zoltan and Meg play no more

one last glittering fling

in the Appleland of Oz

Singings song of Weill’s broadway

and the pillared halls of Art

Kissing the lips of Nefertiti

Hiding in the forest as Joan spoke with angels

Howling with the horse in Guernica

Rubes in the big city

Rubes in the rules of love

Back home too the rules had changed

The homogeneous neighborhood

Blackened overnight, 

torched businesses

after harmonous decades

bullets through the window

Our landlord asking us to leave

For the safety of their home

Their black and our white asses

Boston bussing madness, catholic

ugly as baptist blood flood our southern roots

the liberal north a lie

on my freedom trail

The ideal of romance

Safe haven

Dashed in the light of day

We said goodbye with sorrows

That had no central home

Sorrows that float

a lifetime

For the prize of seeing me

running from her

running from me to me

not who I pretended to be

Our love incinerated, leaving

the stripe of sorrow,

on the gravestone of romance

thank you for finding me

Remembering 1972

on

Valentine’s Day 2017

I, of the Storm

I, Of the Storm

The Pensive Trumpet

So Happy for you your fate was sealed

By a foreign God, in foreign land

in foreign tongues @1.5-2Kyears ago

That you chose at the core of your patriotism

Your eagle-god tri-colored

& dollar-bill green

Saul-Paul’s godman                  &

12 men who loved their lord

a single sex religion,  He the first of the monarchy

This man-god reported to revive

Mortuus tribus diebus, mimicking his Lazarus

Walked among them then

Assumed into a waiting realm

For you to die and join him

And all the saints, regally appointed

To serve at his side

And those on who must serve him

Or devil betrothed

Now this self-declared god

Needed not the succor of the women

Except to bear his fruit

To mother his needs

or trophy the arm of the Lords

Who own and rule the land

His men their men his church to conquer

In faith, by force and threat

Eternally on fire

Will spread the Billowing words

By the sword of the word of the lord

to the shores of the newly found

Other side of the world

Amerigo’s world, the unfound Asia

Filled with Indians, you call them, still

And forgetting the promise

Of independent thought

In a brand new world

Where flocked the faithful chosen

Pilgrim Protestants to the North

The Papal crew goes South

To conquer or kill the devil tribes

clans of the holy faith

with a quest to establish

a holy land

the fabled foreign sacred town

In a land alluringly

Religion free, as they see

Prepare:

The Kings shall blow the Trumpet

To sound your end of time

We shall terrorize the terrorists

Our Soldiers and citizens

beneath the Tower walls

Shall die a martyrs death

In heaven beneath the dirty ground

Their treasure they shall find

Their actions save

the kingly class

Behind the gated walls

In the Kingdom of Alternatives

Gilded with their Golden Lies

Then indeed the Swamp is Drained

& New Jerusalem regained

Inspired by

The New Kingdom Inaugurated 1/20/2017

Under his Lordship, Donald J. Trump

And his second in command, the Holy Prince Pence