blind
drawing
for
Kelvin Corcoran
axial
fear bone
tender acorns
tender engines
probe frames
angular
tri angular
spot sun
is this blind drawing
and where?
warm fingers
to lip
tidal surge and resurge
Colette sounds
thunder collect
broken
bark
smoothes my face
a branch
is forking down the clouds
turning pen into shadowline
and pylon
branches chased to sea
West,
is where you're tending
he said
how
do we survive the westward
surf culture
the fear of immigration
the fear of immigrant self?
not detachment
but embrace
and the interchangeability
of frames
real
drawing is like this
and now I have made
the bridge too wide
the peak again
piercing the pubic bone
the public bone
rising
Kelvin
said
Just the sea, Frances
sur
sur sur sur
sur surring
su su su rus
