Mr Jefferson Triptych 1 – Michael Jackson Portrait Painting.
A Poem dedicated to Mr Jefferson
Farty night and the pale candle wax
impale at the walls of my house
reflecting the curtain of your snow full of love
attracting the door of your bridge full of honour
sphere of a separated shady chimpanzee
I want you to perform bubbles on my table
if you were not the grape the humble moon
thriller, sprinkling its wine across the dark.
Not the pale moment
when the morning kisses the mirrors
I took on clotting doves.
We loved you Mr Jefferson!
When will your kind cum again?
Is it too soon?