Friday, June 21, 2013

A Poem by Tom Hatch

Scraps of Paper Her Nights of Christ’s Shirt
Sketches adorn many a dog eared paper
New ideas on textured napkins her open note book
are sexy skirts of chiffon off the shoulder,
dresses silk puffy collars
and gowns of flowing designs with open backs
Stacks and stacks of drawings
Scraps of paper sketches on top of them
Drawing the evidence that her thoughts pour out
Onto pages all night insomniac gracefully
on a new sheet of 8 ½”x11” a sketch of a
female figure with an asymmetrical sexy skirt
hands on hips long neck long legs
"printed source pg. 183 Byzantium" I found
the 2” thick book on pg. 183 is a
Painting tempera gold leaf on wood
first half of the 14th century
from Constantinople artist unknown
the holy drama three figures
symmetrical ascendant in the
center is Christ on the cross the left is
the Virgin Mary dressed in a
blue maphorion bordered with
gold fringe and a hood standing small head
Mourning face almost horizontal to the ground
on the right is St John the Evangelist
dressed in maroon robe over
a light blue dress flowing down covering
so you do not see his feet
holds his head in right hand sorrowfully covers his face
with blue sleeve hanging open down 
in the shape of a tormented mouth
small trees popping out of the lower portion of landscape
behind the cross two small angels float above Christ’s
out stretched arms held by nailed hands
a semicircle halo glows from his back to above his head
Christ is dressed in that
asyemmetrical skirt on the new sheet
Her journey at night traveling from the
Mediterranean to the Black Sea
on pages filled with holy trinity for a
new season of blessed garments in the
new fall collection Christ died for fashion 
On the cross wearing an asymmetrical shirt
Soon to be cat walked center stage
Tom Hatch paid his dues in the SoHo art scene way back when. He was awarded two NEA grants for sculpture back then. And taught at various colleges and universities in the NYC metro area in art (including Princeton and U of Penn. in Philly). He is a regular at The Camel Saloon and BoySlut. He had recently published at The Mind[less] Muse, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocain and Dead Snakes among others. He lives in CT with a few farms up and down the road works in Manhattan. His train ride to and from NYC is his solace, study and den where it all begins and ends.

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