"The Desire to Paint"

Motley written without benevolence
in amber sleep as the clouds chime
of Fomalhaut

Was ever there anything
except motley
Our deeds that strive to cast a shape
on Fomalhaut

And not his amber sleep
And not these crowds of gong-tormented shapes
come to me bearing musical aldehydes
in Fomalhaut time

I am one with the dark and the crescent
i accept all this, and the chords of Fomalhaut


"The last American president to write a book all by his lonesome self..."


Peace Train 2006.