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Month: June, 2012

THE CAPE SABLE ISLAND CAUSEWAY

I will row now with The Voodoo Pains

on the right side of Me —

where The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

appeared on My Right Shoulder

saying,”You Know The Meaning Of Life

and So You Are A Star —

so go to sleep”

I will row now

THE HAWK DECK 7:30pm

The Scattered Crumbs

of Lemon Loaf Cake

brush off My Black Lap

like a speckling of stars

& down The Cleavage

of My Tattoo Sweater

like Those sucked inside

My Very Blackest Hole

THE HAWK DIARY

I have dreamt The Dream

of a Life Time

here in this darkened Back Room

behind a room

of Hospital #1

David —

I have come

to The Core

of The Matter

It Is Black

but Not Deadly 

THE HAWK WEST WINDOW 10:00am

INDUCTING THE BLACK SWAN

I have seen The Post Card

from Tommy of Mexico

wilted on My Daughter’s Mirror

across from Her Bed

where I first met

The Boyfriend of Currency

Today I do The Laundry

Dressed In Black:

Black Tank, Black Capris

with My Silver Necklace

& Silver Hoops

Hunter, My Practising Husband/Doctor

may not go to Work

tomorrow

and I may not

see a friend

 

THE HAWK DESK WINDOW 7:25pm

I see The Luminescence

out My West Window

shining up The Water

clearing into Sky

“Away The Thunder of Today”

knowing, telling

All Is Well

THE HAWK DINING ROOM 12:15pm

Today I saw A Beautiful Thing:

The Orchestration of rain & web

patterning concentric circles

and radiating lines

against a rainy window

a perfect web of water only

disappearing not before

I saw It

and saw It’s return

with another Shower

THE HAWK PORTICO 6:22pm

I Live In Canada

where a friendly neighbour’s flag

lifts itself to My Side

of The Lawn

flanked by The Space

of Ocean Beyond

It’s The Flag I Use

for Determining Direction

of The Wind

for Gauging The Space

of My Life Before Me

here in This Sea Coast Town

of My Own Choosing

THE HAWK DECK 7:45pm

The Cats have lacerated

The Posts

on The Deck

but We don’t care

–It’s An Old Deck–

–no paint–

& We Love The Cats

& have no trees nearby

except for The Scrub Spruce

& That’s too far

for Half-a-Dozen Cats

THE HAWK WEST WINDOW 7:05pm

dat De-Press-ion ain’t

gonna git Me agin

no matta how It come

lurkin’ around

It ain’t gonna stop Me

from doin’ de dishes

eatin’ Ma suppa

It ain’t gonna stop Me

from drivin’ wid Ma Baby Girl

out to La Creamy 

Treat

in de settin’ sun

THE HAWK DECK 12:15pm

I remember lying in That February Sun

or was it March or April?

inadequate

with a step-sister who couldn’t help Me

no one could

I had abandoned My Self

to My Suffering

alleviated only by

bed-lying

couch-lying

& towel-lying on driveway stones

in the tepid sun

of 1997