THE HAWK KITCHEN 9:57pm
I see The Pink Cloud
that spawned Me
easing its way over
the salty horizon
Oh — now it’s grey
& I’m in The Latter Half
of My Existence
here on Earth
where I can log
& watch
The Sky
I see The Pink Cloud
that spawned Me
easing its way over
the salty horizon
Oh — now it’s grey
& I’m in The Latter Half
of My Existence
here on Earth
where I can log
& watch
The Sky
The Last Time I was on The Roof
of Number 5 World Trade Center
I was Dressed
in Black High Heels
I signed HYDE
on The South East Corner of My Painting
My 10,000 Square Foot Elliptical Spiral
going off The Edges of The Canvas
starting something with No Beginning
No End
I’m having a Graffiti Problem:
Saturday Night I Painted
A Pentagram Star, Red,
with Silver Rays
on A Rock
in My Friend’s Backyard
— She said I could Paint
Anything I Wanted —
She said, “I Love It!”
but now Her 17 year old Daughter
doesn’t Love It
& I’ve been asked
to paint
a starfish
“Good Morning, World!”
and to the rest of you
that are still asleep —
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:
It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL —
It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,
It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:
The Fight of Our Lives
as Human Beings on
This Planet —
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God —
& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.
This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity —
I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”
“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee —
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.
Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE —
You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now —
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile
Because of YOU
(red star, red star)
October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK
continued from Diary:
I AM THE RED STAR —
I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote
Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,
& here is the Only Place
We know of
which sustains us, somewhat,
& which sustains Me,
Your Guiding Star
Your Furious Mother —
and Who was My Furious
Mother, You may ask?
She is Dead Now & Somewhere
out There, Haunting Me
as I am aiming now to
Haunt You,
& Haunt You I Will,
Until You Turn Around,
with The Earth,
with The Light of Our
Yellow Star —
Soon To Turn Red.
I am speaking to You from
This Black Box, This Hole
But I Can See You,
like The Romper Room Lady —
I am Magic, if You
believe in Magic
— and I feel You must
believe in Something —
There is The Divine, for
I have felt Its Wrath —
There is God, for I have
been beaten down by Him,
now, into this heaving mass
of Human Organism
which rises up before You,
to Speak to You
from The Device I Loathe:
The Device of Corruption, Greed,
Sloth, & Desire.
Yes, I Desire You,
I Desire That You Wake Up
to Hear Me, That You
Wake Up to Feel Me, For
What Am I To You But
All That Is Left of
possible salvation?
I am Your Mother & My
Mother before Me, & Her Mother,
& My Father’s Mother & Her
Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS
I Speak For The Salvation
of The Children of God
WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,
GROW UP
*
There’s a Rock on The Side of The Road
in Barrington where I shop
It has a Mentalist Red John
which I badly want to deflect
with Silver Star Rays
& maybe Red Dots
–
but on this windy Sunday Morning
as I drive on My Mission
I see a Police Car
coming through The Intersection
of Highway 3 & The Causeway
I turn around
I come home
leaving My Cans of Silver & Red
rattling around on the floor
of My Escape
You “should” never have awakened Me
now I have a Truth to tell
A Truth to bite Its bitter way
each time I lie inside Your Mouth
A Truth I want so badly
never to be fed to You:
My Heart My Heart
My Ravenous Heart
knocked unconscious once
lies and lies through Its fangs
until You eat The Lying Truth
until You fuck What’s Left Aside
Hunter fuck The Rest of Me
kill this fierce-some Truth
I want Us to be Happiest
allowed to lie and lie and lie
I want You to be Greediest
allowed to chew and chew
Hunter lie with Me
to tell The Truth
It has no place with Us
make It sleep
with Your Soft Voice
Your Careful Careful Touch
make It die
My Lover My Killer
kill My stirring starving Heart
kill My Heart for Us
–
excerpt from NO BONES ABOUT IT circa 1999