On The Ceiling
From The Dentist Chair
Eye watched TV:
Everyone was fat —
I sat and wondered:
Is This OK?
I sat and wondered That.
From The Dentist Chair
Eye watched TV:
Everyone was fat —
I sat and wondered:
Is This OK?
I sat and wondered That.
Pink washed horizon
seeps into dawn like the pull
of My Heart to Sky
Eye have painted The World
Blue
on the anniversary
of My First Date
with My Children’s Father
when We picked strawberries
and drank champagne
and imagined
living
in Nova Scotia
Eye had a dream
of Treena’s Hair —
back to normal
dark brown
cut short
and cute
Eye am living
in The State of Relief —
I will not be contstrained
by the formation
of even having to write
in Haiku
The silhouette of My Scraggly Apple
with Its new three leaves
looks like the edging
on some of My Paintings:
blobs of lichen and lines —
drips carried
off by the end
of a paint stick
Gully The 3rd is trained
2 speak His Mind:
He says “breakfast”
for a piece
of cheese or bacon
& Eye can see
His Thinking
in His Eyes
What’s it worth
to fuck Dr Blair
on the beach —
I am too good for that
and He has another
girlfriend anyway —
so why would Eye want
to get My Crack
full of sand?
There is a place for Marriage
in amongst the confessions
of many — The Vow
and if You break it
You’re in trouble.
My First Vow was “until Death”
and The Death was My Mother’s —
My Second
I don’t remember voicing
and the wedding itself
was an abomination.