The Bath Something – everything Wrong all wrong I know now I didn’t then I burst in – intuitively Propelled by my Own vague memory There a too familiar Too intimate scene Mother and little sister In the bath together Annulling “perfectly innocent” Mother reclining in warm water Child standing shivering Naked confused paralysis At […]
A Restless Young Man I was a restless young man, Presto agitato. However, I wasn’t the head-banging sort. For some odd reason, while My art school classmates Nodded to punk, the Sex Pistols Or Redness, a Cleveland band – Thin, ragged kids who bolted And welded sharp steel sculptures – Late at night, in […]
Master and Pupil by David Sapp When he was a young man, an earnest but nutty art student, Charles Robert came to my door painted head-to-toe in Ultramarine Blue, seeking advice and turpentine. Even then, he could have been a blue Krishna wooing Radha. Now colleagues, he is the swami, and I remain, as […]