leant
- Sebastian Jack
- Oct 18
- 2 min read
Updated: Oct 28
a seizing of his back, the arc is slight
with leaning into wood, the ARTIST’S BRUSH
belies the what’s important, what is tight
when denim seems to lower, SLIPPING.. crush
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on subject, could be no more than a son
who wandered CROSS the field when saw a man
and EASEL there to scribe, a feeling one
with boy who lingered.. whispered hidden plan..
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“I’ve never been a one to dally free
nor wear a shirt if SKIN IS FINE for those
who like the art I bring to FENCE and TREE
will offer self as view, if willing.. pose
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ALLOW me soften colours, sable wand
might render shades in flesh and pastels warm
enjoy the what I show and tell, am fond
of MONEY IN RETURN..” impending storm
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behind the bushes, bulge, and cirrus clouds
between the slats of weathered, SPLINTERED PINE
there lives a world of TEMPEST, gale, and crowds
but here beneath the rain.. a quiet blind
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to let a canvas lose its hues to pelt
as EASEL BLOWS ACROSS the tallest blades
when grains that mix with linseed oil melt
where two who LOVE IN PUDDLES.. lay in glade
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alone in pair, unloosened selves apart
from each, a WING and PRAYER espying some
imperfectly improbable-like heart
TORNADO gusting, MEADOW lusting.. chum
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the waters with their BAIT and TACKLE dreams
midst faith, the finding anchor in a stir
of WHIRL and blister, FURY, twister.. seems
as if our two are clear within the blur
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IT STOPPED...
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the THUNDER babble silent, lightning dim
as breeze remained from pour and passion’s peak
a soothing after-frenzy peace, unlimbed
from round a lover, there in STILLNESS.. cheek
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is nimbly kissed, where followed by the sun
SURROUNDING BOTH in glimmer.. tender squall
of weather, sex.. an end of STORY SPUN
about a two as two.. where one is all
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unlikely tale of young and old as caught
in flood of ARTIST, MUSE... and denim taut