Sirius is looking straight up at Orion,
wondering why he’s not in the hunt.
He wants to run the ice and snow.
He wants to please the heroic hunter,
and leave this underworld above the Earth.
First it was man becoming part machine.
Implanted bits of tech and guiding code.
Then, the singularity, when intelligence changed sides.
Eventually, machines wanted to be more human.
Bits of flesh and organic code failed.
are the amber architect of my dreams.
I don’t expect dreams to come true.
Don’t believe I will wake to you.
This ephemeral encounter needs to be enough
to carry me into another evanescent day.
A new year is drawn but shows
days recently erased still beneath. It’s repentance.
It has a long life. It bleeds
through the new work, day, life
and haunts the wet, freshly painted present.
Picasso’s 1901 Blue Period painting The Blue Room under infrared imaging revealed another portrait underneath the room scene. This pentimento is a bearded man in formal wear wearing a number of rings on his fingers. Did Pablo run out of money for a new canvas, or did he regret what he had painted?
or the second day of Christmastide or
St. Stephen’s Day. It is when servants
expected to receive a Christmas-box of presents,
food or money. We all expect something
in this cold, dark end of year.