tom taylor - expectant brotherhood

expectant brotherhood

he visited seeking what he had lost, a large
basketball sized gut in front of him, friend
in tow, they sat and verbalized then left for
the town below and then calzone for dinner

the art spirit had left him with nothing to do
when before it had boiled each night from his
depths and pressures onto the screen without
ceasing for many months and seasons of heat

then to his job at the tile factory each day with
the tibetan work force at his command from his
vantage point; he left three pennies and I threw
the I ching for him saying as it did ‘revolution’