Dear Academy, My Brand New Colour
was Refused for Autumn Exhibition

Photons stamp their feet on sidewalks
of all our seasons.
Outside revolving doors
of perception they form lines,
weaving in
and out
of chaos,
then they hear:
"Wave or particle?"
and respond,
or are responded to
as they drift on through.

Tell me what it is
before it drifts
into the spectrum of our sight

and show me the grand, unifying
colour of your money.

Franky and Laura Were Lovers

I always say: “You can’t draw me, unless
the pen responds directly to your eyes.”
I always say: “You must allow surprise
to be a partner in sublime success.”
Each future, unknown moment’s lucky guess,
being unquestioned, cannot deal in lies:
in blissful ignorance God showers dice,
but in omniscience he gambles less.

So we, the slaughtered and forgiven lambs,
both knowing and unknowing, grace the scene
with all too finite mortal hours of sport.
Our quest for vision of the world is damned
within and out of reach because, between
the sight and seeing hangs the veil of thought.