Re-collection
The Last Time Eye Saw
Dr Blair’s Sapphire/Diamond
“Wedding Ring”
was between the fingertips
of a moving lady
The Last Time Eye Saw
Dr Blair’s Sapphire/Diamond
“Wedding Ring”
was between the fingertips
of a moving lady
Eye may not
have a mean bone
in My Body
but Boy do Eye
have a Jealous One —
It’s huge and round
and covered with worts
that can fuck
the daylights out
of My Own Innocence
Today Eye saw
The Other Lolita
and managed to stare Her down
She tried to look me through and through
and took My Smile
above My Frown
Dr Blair
took Me
nowhere
Eye am in a new phase
of My 57 Years:
contending with The Other Woman —
a role I once reluctantly played —
She is dark-haired
(I have acquired samples)
and intriguing
(of course She would have to be that —
My Husband goes after women who are more observant
than He is)
but how will He “treat” Her?
When Eye Rise
In The Morning
It Is To The Early Light
The Subtle Surf
and One Cat — Mine —
Meowing for Me
Maria’s Death was Accidental
No One was to Blame
Not Even God
Eye Dance My Dance
Eye Write My Right
Eye Paint My House
Eye Walk My Walk
And Eye Have My Ultimate Companion
He “treated” Me
like His Fantasy Patient
His Housewife
Maid
Personal Secretary (Oh wait a minute —
that’s Treena — she gets paid)
Lolita
A Prostitute from Time to Time
(and Those weren’t very good times)
Eye laugh at Arrogance —
or do I?