This Morning
Watched the sun rise twice
First from ocean horizon
Then from narrow clouds
Watched the sun rise twice
First from ocean horizon
Then from narrow clouds
Flock of geese honking
Overhead to where? To me
My flight of music
Eye am off
The Silver & Steel Blue
of Dr Blair’s hair
& Eyes
Eye am on
to the riches of russet
ruby chestnut, warmth
in that telling array of red
& brown
to be found now brimming my heart
& Eye have chosen a dress
of the deepest luminosity
in that sacred range
to wear on the night of my taking
The man of my dream
Has hair the colour
Of this month’s roadside
Tree stalks and shrubbery
Sandy cinnamon red
Driven through
In afternoon sun
As I set out to find him:
The engineer for my art
My giant Canadian maple leaf
Eye don’t have to leave
My House
The House on The Hawk
I fought for in Court
unrepresented —
Eye don’t have to leave
Cape Sable Island
for idyllic privacy
on the ocean in Jordan Bay
Eye have the ocean
lots of it
here
Eye don’t have to listen
to friends, ex-friends
who say I should get
“a fresh start”
Eye am in My Fresh Start
here
where Eye have come into My Own
as an established artist
happy in my morning studio
dreaming of my love
in bed @ night
who alone holds the option
of uprooting me
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
