Thomas R. Turner (May 23, 1942–November 13, 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This posting is the third of several I will be sharing from a long poem written by Tom
sometime around 1980 after his wife left him. Today is the fifth anniversary of his death.
24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home
(Taken from a Brooklyn Bus Route and the Title of a Blues Album.)
The metaphor Milwaukee-East-Side Found an oblique happiness on Newhall street and other avenues. A thirty-three-o-one flight walk-up Mingled with a sweaty montage of Walk-down circus parades: Beer with Richard punctuating assassinations Democratic conventions and Halloween readings. My movements in a not-always-silent Desperation enveloped the shit of a B.S. paperchase. (My illusions were so intensed christ I missed you) "Im Home:" used to reverberate through someone's contentment Of newhall evenings and milwaukee days. Introspective space refracted my looking-glass image and the Ennui of your self-esteem. The enigmatic fruit of our "intimacy" Was even then becoming spurious and estranged Yet continued to sustain me and confine you. Our spring had clouded into a season of Discontinuities. Snap-shot ambiguities cannot clarify Where we were Only echo tangents of truth Which negate explanations of a then with Allison: Lake Michigan shoreline Dr's Park Flag day Too much to drink We ate dogs with laughter went to bed at ten And felt safe. (I still see the scenes, but no longer see myself among those present no longer can improvise the dialogue)
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