a tribune

Those who stay and
those who go

against heart and night
what strangers are they?
to spooky lands of felt
away to the awry territories of

Umberto Boccioni, States of Mind: Those who stay, 1911
Oil on canvas - 70.8 x 95.9 cm
Museum of Modern Art, New York

" ... nobody will know who I am, nobody will say who I was ..." (Fernando Pessoa; died 70 years ago December 4)

of ghosts which've not passsed
hunchbacks and gnarled parts things

a debt of forever further back
in the cave


pseudonyms and Oedipus mother
my lover whose mouth I cry

but then

the symphony the dance


Is it not something to laugh at your goat, yer self
a play and not a paltry wig laughing at selves


which multiply always multiply
gaining strength along a route
touting the old and new
a forest tangle of lover's vows