IMPROVISATION #234
SAW YOU, TREVOR

Saw you
Trevor Winkfield
through your color
field paintings
at the Boston Institute
of Contemporary Art
saw through you
on a Sunday
near the Harvard newsstand
where they sell
your little bardic magazine
"Julliard"
saw to read about you
with a contradictory halo
in a history in essays
a deeply thinking art writer
about Raymond Roussel
Ashberry, Schwitters,
Schuyler,Fagin,Vermeer
Bacon, Jasper Johns
Harry Mathews,Zavatsky,
and calibrated, celebrated
Duchamps,
saw and met
and departed with you
reaching at your tableaux
at your day bed bench
angling with illustrations
or a recreation of poetic
and academic pens
at the French Cartoonist
of the Fin -de Siecle
Christophe  in his
La Famille Fenouillard
or your invitation
for your Boston showing
of ''April or May"
or "Depraved Bumpkins''
with your instructions
of your "Rice Bomb"
of advice of
declaration and decoration
as a connoisseur and professor
through your alchemical
boasting though the years
in a geographic veneer
of mystical eccentricity
of topsy- turvy
paintings under the cloth
and your prose poetry name
disclosed my favorite
"As Moth to a Flame."