Man and dog
After portrait of the hound (unfinished)
2011 by Lucian Freud
Viewed, as a god might
see
Or an avant-garde film director
The unfinished indicates
Some unbiblical
connection
Their sitting joins them a
Controlling comfort
The comfort of being
Controlled together they are
Then as the brush strokes
swirl
And strike
Canine in its own like
The dog speaks its own
tongue
Their sitting joins them a
Controlling comfort
The comfort of being
Controlled together they are
From the artist to canvas
Or as of mother and child
Chain invisible to the
human
Eye there since
whenever.
Their sitting joins them a
Controlling comfort
The comfort of being
Controlled together they are
As the dog is merged into
his
World and so will go on
To run alongside his
human
Companion
Their sitting joins them a
Controlling comfort
The comfort of being
Controlled together they are
Viewed, as a god might
see
Or an avant-garde film director
The unfinished indicates
Some unbiblical
connection
Cephalonia
The strange dream of
now
We were drunk on the air
As it greeted us. Elmore Leonard’s
Narrative - threading
The words to Proust, echoing
À la recherche du temps
perdu.
The Greek towering worlds
Argostoli
this queen of the Ionian
Proust’s parallel universe,
Completed, fitted perfectly.
Russia Times
Those Russian times: he regaled us
with
From those oppressive
Communist years, now a lifeless
history.
Smoking those vile Russian
cigarettes
I won’t forget. And bitter, bitter
winters.
Now forgotten as Chernobyl is.
Those books I churned out –
now.
Out – of – date & out – of –
print.
I had to sweat to finish. my hubris
Those kids from seas of tower
Blocks. Wanted to know about:
My Volvo, Arsenal, and London.
And what of those books all
gone
And those kids? All must be 40 by now.
If they made it through, that is. 
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