20900008(nude sketch by John Way circa 1950s)

The Music Rooms

The Lustrous Emotions

The Luxury of the silence of emotion

lyricism defiled
glorious feral beats
to 16ths
damn
fragments recline
Deep in another dream.
visions of
Mercury’s flight to Delos
That burnout like a silent horror movie.

So on this afternoon
we lay around for
some guests
who said they might arrive, so let us
escape now

He is
of Lustrous Emotions
O negative to my Oe’er negative
most campy vampirique
inked my body, then
I thought
the light in his body is
the neural charge
radiation
afterburn
together composer=architect=composer
dreamers’dreamer dream

later
Keeping them out
slugging a bottle
‘52 Chateau Margaux
let see laughing
drunks
in our madrigals
shadows disappear
on torsos
in the valor
of our space and time
descending or lurching notebend

I left him in bed
a pointed toe spooling the silk
sonata busted
inside glamour waiting on
an overture incessant
a disbelieved fanfare,
a bare-knuckle battle for the lyre

He’s lit a cigarette without
even noticing
the decrescendo in phantom
notes in his bluesmoke
as they cut over of angles
of his room

He made these them absurdly big for us
there is a
Metallic sound to any whisper
He placed a Louis XIV blood-velvet divan
dead gods lurk under glass
nothing else vaulted
In his gallery
sacred and profane
instruments from Nepal
the only other object in my
space, the Steinway nuts and bolts

he will look in on me from his distant loft
after hours
swaying over our cliff
naked up there dreaming
bringing in a lyre
blue eyes
black hair over them
a piercing laughter
with his strum
silent hint of a
dance against time
a dance against time
beat conjured
then forgotten

He builds and I compose.

For John Way

The Music Rooms is based on scene portraits of John’s lovers he painted in his NY loft in the early 50s

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