The Young Man - Fred Gaysek

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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