December 1  2004

One-thousand three-hundred ninety-eight

one year, once full moon, secret

works, die and entertainment

bound in paint

island crowd

supper at last and first


reassembling truth from essential disintegration

figure and object entangling unity

numbers paint, colour surface obdurate

proud and angry judgement pouring beer atop rigour

working soul, wheedling anguish and drink

writing years, time to die, anniversary spike

marking painting and untimely story

north rain, say, at night

presidential stride, old writer, music hall

whisky to please please please

south and no coast to tell

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