Free Verse
Yes Eye got Dr Blair
OUT
He doesn’t belong HERE
any more
if He cannot COME
on MY TERMS
Eye don’t want him
at all
Yes Eye got Dr Blair
OUT
He doesn’t belong HERE
any more
if He cannot COME
on MY TERMS
Eye don’t want him
at all
Eye made a painting
last November 12th
when I got jilted by Dr Blair —
First Eye spray painted
lurid pink & purple:
“Dr Blair can’t fuck”
then laid over
grey & black drips & drops
with His Silver Penis
ejaculating florescent orange —
It’s “The Graffiti Painting”
priced @ $58,000.00 Canadian
Statuesque figure
shouldered an open doorway —
more nudists appeared
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?
This is My Nova Scotia Now —
with purple sheets and blanket
luffing on the line
I sit out on My Deck to watch
the yellow of new bamboo
along My Hedge
to bet I can no more
put up with the giving of My Self
20 years ago She was His Patient
when She had an affair
with Dr Blair —
then She lived with Him
for 5 years
then They got married
for 14
and Divorced
to find both in separate places:
Hers on The Hawk
His to South Side
where They meet along the wide-open beaches
connecting
just to drive each other crazy
My legal Husband
is transformed:
He is My Boyfriend now —
and Eye have always wanted
one of Those.
Where Are My Ribs?
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.
Husband turned Me down
for the holiday weekend —
My Bed is for Me