GIORGIO DE CHRICO'S HOURS
(1888-1978)

You paint metaphysically
on a discard canvas
in snapped on colors
immersed images
of your self-conscious
buried parables
in dismantled forms
to energize our perception
from your miraculous days
on brush tracing pieces
of the sky and trembles
by whispers of gulls
flying on over to visit spas
from the underground traffic
of a grand piano on candelabras
with imagination's voices
in the fingers of time
from cadavers of dead hair
mountains of papyrus drawings
avenging the soprano's echoes
on oboes in Verdi's Requiem
in a cut flower of cubism
implanted in a group show
as painted dynamos of dirges
earthquakes of altos
mimics the calisthenics
in a body of primitive  awareness
over disarmed lunatic winds
of surrealistic hurricane waters
on parades of still life sails
over a strangled sunset
you detail and draw us in
a panoramic universe
by a proverbial meadow
engraved in a balance sheet
of figured white derangement
in curves and perspectives
from abstract pendulums
and urns in traffic of snow
when coined in lithographs
by jump roped gardens
of mulberry landscapes
in rondure of arcades
from a convex fantasy
on retroflexed pink tongues
punctuated on a hardened palate
with cubist incense
without any poet's opprobrium
or retrenched refinement
on autobiography
articulated by striving expressionism
of many exploded cultures
in renitent outlines
of alembic alphabets
in a stone black apotheosis
purged and flattened
by back breaking sunlight
from tentative memory
art in the above disclosed
outdoor metamorphosis
of myth and muse
the blues showering light
of a lithograph's song of love.