That’s Me —
caught between two worlds:
Our Earth with Its mutidudinous
religions —
and the Extraterrestrial Domain
of Our Heavens —
EYE do NOT believe in Hell,
or Mr. D’evil,
or Evil incarnate —
EYE do NOT believe in Sin,
though Eye carry Christ’s message
and EYE am a MEAT EATER,
solid disciplinarian
non-sports enthusiast
all-around artist
and purveyor of ULTRAVISION
He loved me ill
He loved me sick
He took My Hand
I took His Dick
It was Dr Blair
Who made Me Come
Oh that Hunter!
What a Bum
Two months ago
Eye wrote “The End of A Marriage”
How endless
as I saw him gaunt
guarding his door
against my onslaught:
“This has GOT to end”
He agreed.
He slammed The Book
on me
in the twilight of His Room
lit by one tranquillity candle
in blue-scented quiet
His Slam rang out
right next to me
Dear Jimbo:
Are you ever going to return my phone calls?
Are you still praying for me?
Well you don’t have to any more.
No thanks to you
and your drugs
and your illegal hospitalizations
Eye am back to making art
as proficiently as I was in art school
and you’ll never see it.
Sincerely
Your former “patient”
Joanna
Hey WHB — how come
you didn’t defend me
that time Eye was demonstrating
with a bread knife saying
“Eye could prove a point with this”
BECAUSE THERE WAS NO POINT —
why didn’t you tell Eliza
Eye was being your favourite type
of humour: “ironic”
instead you called the Mounties on me
and had me hauled away in an ambulance
to the psych ward —
how come you never defended me?
My first marriage
saw an array
of hand-knit sweaters
from My Beloved Mother-in-law
Peter’s Mother
Who clothed Me in fuzzy lavender
bold black and white and red
thalo green with purple grapes
and close-fitting short-sleeved
peachy butterflies
Today in Roseway Manor
Eye gave Eva cream for Her Hands
and She clasped Them together
happily
and I remembered
If Eye had The Faith
I have now as a result of My Mother’s Death
I could have saved Her
I know I could —
She tried to visualize sheep
eating away Her Tumour
and I could not share Her Vision
until after She was gone
(but She’s not really “gone”)
when Eye saw that There IS a God
and that if You believe
ANYTHING REALLY IS POSSIBLE
I Am
My Own Bed Partner:
Me, My Self & Eye
Shall I have a Menage a Trois
after marrying twice?
First for Mother & Children
Second for Sex & Money
I Am
Single now with a refrain
“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”
*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969
