I love you Brother
With weepy eyes
and strong ones also
and bloodshot commitment to summit
in your beauty-flecked sprawls
while’st your strokes spliced the world
I have seen you break through
and have moment
with a heart made of honey
and stony things grabbing
and monkeylike gods on your back
you struggle as duckwork
to make it all happen
to pull it off smoothly
in tact
With your reason and conscience
and your love for hot dust
and…