Stroke
I have been waylaid by yet another stroke this is not like my first one, this is the mother, I have been in rehab 4months and still unable to walk,I may recover but will try to keep site working but no left hand its difficult. but my age at 77 invites illness in an unforgiving way..I haven't drawn or pa[inted now for 6 months and in fact have not left my hospital bed until now either,so this is old work, not sure how to start again its a small hole in my brain it seems they tell me so we will see if it repairs itself...I DONT SET GOALS..whats left I will use as best as is possible..have ..had an  accident prone life so many scars but an aries, so expected 

update...  arm improvingslightly ,left leg slow so cannot get upstairs yet ..depressing thoughts still,,,,but all part of it I think carers are softly softly so bed is a comfortable retreat that does nothing, harder work needed if to be beneficial, pain in all joints wrist and shoulder the bad ones swelling and feels like dislocation 2  my  wife says move it or lose it , so annoying thinking  ..but right at this moment, do I care ...2,PAIN IS UNBEARABLE.... LIFE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS     4.... bad flu now have two lung infections oh well cant 'win em all'5  more tests  on heart  , not sure I have on more like a cash machine clocking in.... worked all my life for nothing    much worth having  hope someone benefits from the last remains 

Blake

Call me Blake, I am here
with magical horoscopes, I escape from myself
blooms that fall on grace litter my floor
devils are not religious
an edifice of writing words that mean nothing
callings to me take too long
she painted the pain in a song
write that vision for me
somnambulist

The putrid ark

Where do these words go
two by two
brown and blue
christ knows where
god knows who
into the putrid ark
entered two by two
the dying to herd them in
all dead refuted
lies to tell
of animals too
an empty shell sailing on the swell
all four winds taking her on
a sinking ship, but not to tell
soldiers on a putrid ark
within a captain of fear
a traitor within that wooden sphere
some odd man takes the helm
bloated now with a shallow bark
far from a land now laid low, once a pastoral realm
so dark and slow the years
with a dream of going down
.. in an ark