Indigo-Purple Faces In The Last Stages Of Strangulation
It has been a numb tenure for him,
Exiguously six paintings survive. Bickering
And argy-bargys with Lacy try and try.
Whitsun social whirls they wangled in England,
A B&B in St. Ives, a strand of painters
Rubbing shoulders with the delicious bosons of Devonport.A dishevelling summer, we can’t go on like this.
Patrick Procktor shadowed him through the muffling of nets,
Lit by a high seas sun.
His face was a black-hearted bruise
And the biffs of Lacy are furious
In such a lifeless tide.copyright 2007 Christopher Barnes(From the Francis Bacon poems)
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