I am already –no needs -always I look to
Need no skies to write the bend to eternity no
Order of operation code -no optic set to write
And display -my poem writes in the star’s bouquet
I am already –black and Spirit too -spirit energy
Discerns the spirit of my act I am already matter’s
Forces noisily disturbed –sky mapped rainbows
Of off-take to the shoulders of roads laid for painted
Lanes behind me imagined -spirit like arrangements
Make themselves obtrusive out of the corner
Of my eye -the love I have for my reign has will
To share never to apologize for the gift of love
Reaches stretched to the given dimensions of
Everything -I am laying down under the feet
Of defeat surfeited by my mentor’s underground
By the trillions of numbers for the stars they count
Glimmers that dim to the dark red –the flow of the
Rays of the silver crimson rain –the lights that light
Up in forgiveness for the moral indulgence in the
Judgment in the self infliction by the shit filled needle
Used to shoot in the gallery lit with pain -real
Forgiveness is the gift that I am -passion for the
Visions for the moves I make –rest in the sleep
For the dreams I forsake I am gifted to pen
The poems of gallery light games that we play.

Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.