Eye have Her
on my shoulder again, my right
at my ear
26 years later
I still hear Her melodious words:
” You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star”
She is warming me
in the absence of my husband
and I cannot live
without Her now —
though with Her
Eye will live forever
and ever
He had put my mother’s furniture out
around the corner of the Shakespeare House
to get whatever he could for it
and was moving in with his pregnant girlfriend
who had a crib stuck in the staircase
with me climbing up through it —
Someone had removed Self Organizing Galaxy
off the internet —
My Daughter was going away
with her hands dry and neglected
and I was unable to retrieve
the phone number
of one of my only friends
for help
Here I am with an orange flower in my hair — waiting for you in my mind and my body, which are co-joined as I am with you.
I walked out of The Marital Bedroom
angry as I was
yet His Blue Sage Tranquility Candle
is set again upon My Bathroom Window Sill.
I wear The Divorce Ring
I forced Him to buy two summers ago
upon My Left Ring Finger
to signify the solidity
of my determination
to keep The Man I claim —
The Man I married
by mistake
The Man who incites my ferocity
and excites the most basic desire
I know.
I know.
M(eye) Pre-dawn Sky
plays with Me —
The Crescent Moon Over The Ocean
is tinted gold to catch M(eye) View —
and as Eye look up to Orion
at the Eastern corner of M(eye) House
Eye feel secure in M(eye) fun —
and there 2 is The Big Dipper
on Its side, tipping,
and as Eye look 2 think,
there comes a shooting star
as M(eye) Answer
Eye have just applied the last
of m(eye) cement to the canvas
of m(eye) Newest Dawn
and 2 m(eye) sublime fortification
and Oh! What Supreme
F–O–R–T–I–F–I–C–A–T–I–O–N
Have Eye!!
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
