Memorable Times With Ivan (Poems by Ivan Wendell Hubbard and Bridget Galway)

Letter  from  Provincetown

 

the beauty

of this place

is beyond me

 

reds and blues      of the morning sky

then      how high

white in the sky

the sun stands

 

you  get grays off the water          later

and   greens

wherever   you go

 

I can never

do it

justice

 

all my writing      here         lain

around me   a study

in that failure

 

having been here    you know

what its   like     where I am

what I’m in              and somehow

without you              how its going

 

but the beauty

has saved me

taken me back

 

and     though beyond me

in my own terms

I am never nearly

beyond its

 

so  I     captive     happily bound

by these    elements

move now      as nature

not your love            sets the pace

 

By:

Ivan Wendell  Hubbard 1950-1991

Courtesy of Bridget Galway and their son Blake Galway

 

 

Portrait of William Burroughs painted by Bridget Galway ©2010

New York 1960

BY: Bridget Galway

my crazy drunken aunt

who carried me everywhere

room to room

to street

 

candy under her bed

(mostly peppermint)

made Mom nuts    screaming

until they drove her to the bin

 

a ride in the country

like we were normal

looking out the back window

at clouds light speckle

through elm branches    quiet

everything ok

 

 

NY 79

he showed me the shooting galleries

the ABC’S of search for a vein

descended staircases

to broken landings

drug warmed

faces masked

idol

everything ok

 

together

on street corners

park benches

the sound of funk

uh uhn uh  uh uhn

 

mostly I loved

the way my head fit into his back

half asleep

waiting for the subway

 

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