For Rick/Simon
October 1 1989
the hoop clear up in some sky
over the big dream of music
and long love
a wonder swimmer lifting the strain
muscle
and flat foot hustle
last miles before the next record
bar up in some sky
over my dream
and long love
the lasting float above rain
above swirling vapours
clear
and unending
orchestration
and no orchestra
evident
holding natural
the big truth
one we can all take
and remake
as the video
replays the train
killing the castanets
click click
in the back
an echo outside of music
in the store of arrangement
miles before any shot to set
he knows where to hound
and the fake
grants him this rebound
basket
*
jets are scrap metal
in this boy's collective sense
in his house
the castanets rest
generous items
supporting the home music
and the miles of flat notes
mute power lines
radiating from his basketball shoes
as he lifts up to float
gentle and all time
perpetually there
no matter where crisis rises
he sustains
an arc up over history
all smiles
all fears
all determination
his breathing his inspiration
an emulsion on cloth
picking up the image
on the long horizon
in the recent heart
*
I admit when facing it
he makes
all power and glory
no matter where the moon skull stalks
he teaches me
to lay it up quietly
a sweet flicking fan
air
waves over the falls
simple steps across the court
the drape of net
see it
*
oval tones in winding pipes
and then out
to announce some
east or sky
above all that hopes to fly and float
or make it
in the desert
heat
an oasis beat
vast on both sides of the street
miles of solar landscape
*
his eyes are alive with the hounds of fission
and the colour rings on that planet are not natural
he links our sightings to heavenly spheres
and we recognize his handiwork
as all that appears for miles
good echo control
no junk
floating
*
the score calls harmony here
fans
drown the hall
the breeze above this commotion
flings us back to the locomotion
the train too slow
to sneak the tunnel below
the range of his splendid float
basket
June 12 1988