THURSDAY
I introduce myself thursday
Notes, hot carelessly whistling notes
Light burning him
Advantages, history all in notes
Pockets, seconds, careless air
Answers speak with lips
Minutes, he fell
Mind Savage
Storm hissing stones below
Common legs, boy troubles
Corduroys, rest, tonight
Cried, I must talk to you
Blessing, but you must go with me
Light and air
Rush of old memories
Suffering, touched him deeply
Hand boy, hand, hand
Voice, hand, hand, skin
I’m master, slowly looking at him
With eyes of illness
Fear, morning, night
Well, he’s got me now, if he only knew
Night, hand, sleepy mind
Quiet, he woke at last with a shiver
Stretched, figures on his face
Down, night, night again
Saving his arms, his chest
Circulation, the crescent moon dances
He could make out the stars,
Facing out, glow
Forgetting for a moment
Long mornings
He had the power, leave this place
your way, Years, years, thats long enough
You’ll depend on flesh here, pleasant pursuits
Hold him in the right way
GERALD LEWIS BLANCHARD 