Intent

sew my name on your intent

it's been a year to the minute
since we last argued at the Tate
about the grandest of follies
the revelation of the

masticate

the masticate is the artist who
in lieu of profound or beautiful friends
lays bare their sanctum
to the provinces we attend

we stand we struggle we applaud at
the sight of their stains and groping
is this revelation? I ask or merely
chewing life with your mouth

wide open