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Month: November, 2015

MY TREE CANNOT BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am

Armed with My Arsenal

of X-Miss Tree ornaments

— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —

— black balls from Walmart

EYE spent twelve hours

trimming

& having fun

to complete My Play

from a table pedestal up

rooted

to The Silver Star strungDSCF0675.JPG

from The Cathedral Ceiling

suspended

A BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Deck 4:56pm

That beautiful rose light

is hovering over the ocean

I am waiting for The Moon

to rise —

M(EYE) Tree is up

— yet to be trimmed —

in honour of My Mother’s

Birthday, which

once every seven years or so

coincides

with American Thanksgiving

EYE GOT M(EYE) TREE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm

Bow-sawed and dragged

from The Scrub Spruce Forest Bog

I got M(EYE) Tree

but It wouldn’t fit

down the hall

to Come To Life

in The TV Room —

It’s laying on The Hawk Living Room Floor

dead as a doornail

& I had a Devil of a Time

getting It in

— severed one limb —

so far The Cats

are ignoring It

Spanish Moss & all

 

THE GATHERING

The Hawk Kitchen 10:33am

EYE will venture out

into The Cold Dark Woods

behind My Obstructive House

I will wear My Rubber Boots

& seek The Tree

of My Dreams:

an old dead branch

with Spanish Moss

& maybe bugs

I will saw it down

with My New Bow Saw

from Wilson’s

I will drag it in

to turn erect

in Hunter’s TV room

secured inside

a circular well

of the heaviest

Silver

GREETING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm

The Moon said Hello

to Me as soon as I looked

He lit up My Clouds

DAISIES IN NOVEMBER

The Hawk Kitchen 3:00pm

Bundled against the brazen squall of snow

I am stumped

after perusing over the roots —

root stems from The Drowned Forest

looking for branching sections

to string together somehow

like a spine

of bare limbs to make

an ad hoc

X-Miss Bush

My Own

this year — a dead array

for perhaps the cats

to climb — to hang

13 silver birds & even more plastic snow flakes

to deck the TV Room

with the barren interlocking

drift wood

stumps

which can only be piled, tangled

(not constructed / not drilled)

into a vertical heap

(very un-tree-like)

instead I will have to pinch

a dead spruce, whole

from beyond My Back Yard

& set it, bolt upright

in a front window

EYE WAS A MUMMY ONCE

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:55pm

EYE was a Mummy once

wrapped in My intricate wrappings

I couldn’t see The Sky

for the sarcophagus

carved out with

M(EYE) LIFE STORY —

I lay in My Tomb

with My Innards preserved

and noblemen flocked

to see

My Grave

and to gaze at

My Holy Body

locked away

in stone

 

 

THE EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY OF MY BROTHER’S DEATH

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm

First & Foremost I am

A Human Being —

I come from the planet Earth

where I made My Self

from the mesh of molten rock

& the salt from endless waves.

I came to My Human Form

through My Mother, primarily

though My Father

gave Her Lie-sense.

I was born into a world

of tumult

@ The Exact Right Time

to become what I am Today:

A Woman Understood

“HERE!”

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:36pm

“Where do you find truth?”

he asked just as she walked into

her living room

— she thought she might

make a poem

out of this

but was too

tired

TIRED

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:22am

EYE woke this morning

to a sky of white

in the aftermath

of seeing My Halo

for most of yesterday

— I feel worn out

in My Heavy Grey Robe

with the radio overlapping

My Husband’s soccer

“and the shadow of the day

will embrace the world in grey –“*

 

Linkin Park