tectak, Tom

[Keith]

Oh dear, such sad news. I've missed his bark and bite for some time now, he had a way of always getting the whole root with the weed and his comments where considered and helpful, so sad.

In his own words

I breathe to live; though each hauled hookah breath,
bubbles through tenacious tears of salted, slimy death.
Hear me suck cold setting air through crackling, crumpled caves
in expectorating exorcism, rib-rattling heaving waves.
Inspired by addiction to the slow and breathless prose,
words are better spoken softly than on paper pruinose
with flecks of ash and spittle – my trademark lithograph –
uncopied in my lifetime, though a fitting epitaph.

Tectak
2013