It has been our flow
of the organic shapes of Earth
laid out flat, or rippled, or swirling
undulating at our feat
whereby we have built our empires
on computer circuit boards
dazzling within our linear
mathematical
extrusion
Momentarily
Eye miss His Smell in This King
Or is It M(eye) Own?
Eye am still writing poetry — privately now. But Eye may decide to post in the near future. Thank you very much my readers, new and old.
Joanna
Mrs. Atwood
Down the street
From where I live
On the road named Atwood’s Road
Lives Mrs. Atwood
With her family gone —
She talks of the cellar hole
On the hill by the shore
And how ANYONE could build
There, right up from the foundation.
Eye stood beside My Pretty Pictures
next to tables spread with candy apples
caramel apples
decorated cookies on sticks
to see the crowd of parents
with their children in strollers
with a sleeping baby dressed
in a lobster suit
with teenage girls on parade
and a kid with his father’s airbrushed tattoo
of double cat claws
against his right shoulder
Two strollers held little happy people
holding lollipops
and Eye watched the tiny fists collide
as both raised their arms in delight
to thrust their emblems forward
35 years ago
Bill N. Lacy* gave Me a box —
a little wooden box, black and green —
telling Me It was for My Dreams.
“It’s to keep Your Dreams in”
He said as He opened It —
When I was married to The Father
of My Children
I gave It away
as the only Birthday Present I had
to a beautiful dark haired girl
named Leah, Whose Mother
just bought a lottery ticket
on My Donated Paintings
and gave Me a hug.
*President of Cooper Union when I graduated in 1983
M(Eye) Life Is Tied
Between 2 Men
Doctors 2 Be Exact —
One Is M(Eye) 2nd Husband
Who Turns Me On
When He Takes Me For A Drive
And The Other Owns M(Eye) Heart —
He Merely Breathes & Eye’m Alive
Last July Eye filed a complaint
with The Nova Scotia College
of Physicians and Surgeons
indicating My Husband
was having An Affair
with a 43 year old patient
and so to get out of It
Dr. Blair bribed Me
to withdraw the complaint
— which Eye did with a lie —
and rewarded Me One Night
at Digby Pines
— and Oh What A Night It Was —
In August
Eye removed Her Hair
from His Cottage
demanding The Affair be over
— He swore that It was —
but by December 21st
— after a very rocky fall —
Dr. Blair was back at It —
He’s been with Her ever since
and Eye have been left
alone
still married
as this year’s June
approaches
And When Eye Become
WORLD FAMOUS
M(Eye) Voice Will Be Heard
And M(Eye) Body
Which Is M(Eye) Mind
Will Be Seen
My Mother was what’s called
A Cute Chick
little and headstrong
blonde and quirky
She lived alone on an island
and expected Her Guests
to be as charmed by Her Play House
as She was
even when They had to use
The 3-holer Privy
and brush Their Teeth
with one glass of water.
She never got old
struck down by a brain tumour
at age 57
and turned into A Chickadee
when She died.
