TRANSFIGURATION 4
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:29pm
The Blue Jay is a sizeable
decorative
bird
picking grubs from the bark moss
of The Scraggly Apple
hopping to the newel posts
on the deck
for Me to have
His Full View
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:38pm
The Sun-slash across
My Couch is calling Me
to sit in Its Tomato-coloured Shaft
to contemplate My Premises
— My Place In This House —
as The Slant moves along
below a sky light
in the cathedral ceiling
momentarily illuminating My Book
infusing The Book Mark Sash
with a glitter of brighter crimson:
I Am Internal To This Domain
The Hawk Outpost 9:48am
There Was A Title
On My Mother’s Shelves:
Munching On Existence*
I Bite My Apple
As I Look Out
Favouring No Resistance
*Robert A. Raines
The Hawk Portico 6:22pm
Today I Saw A Super Bug
Shaped Like A Mosquito
Only Several Times Bigger
— He Landed On Our Car Wind-shield
While My Husband
Attended To A Patient —
Transparent Wings Clapped Together
& Sparkled
As I Looked Up At Him Through The Glass
He Told Me
“I Am Alive
To Help
Humanity”
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am
Morning Brilliance
off The Ocean
caught at My Kitchen Outpost
carries with me
up The Stairs
as I take the cups
to The Hawk Queen Bed
where We have Our Morning
Coffee
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm
I live in a fortress
of sanctity
where My Every Word
is a sacred step
to where I already am
locked-in by a sky
of charcoal clouds
wafting over Our Crescent
Moon
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm
I am seething to write
what a friend suggested I paint —
I cannot paint It
for It still moves
crashes
in fleeting streaks
all around Me
like the clatter
of shooting cameras
as some Superstar
emerges from a limousine
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
“Hey Everybody! This is God
yes, G-O-D
One of You, All of You
here, as always, to tell Us
We have a correction to make —
in case You were wondering
I am female —
52 years old in Body
infinite in Mind:
Caucasian North American
with a psychiatric history
not permitted to carry a firearm
but I can wear a bullet-proof vest
to guard My Castle-by-the-sea
where I live with My Husband
the very popular Dr Blair
& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza
& seven cats —
I’m not kidding around —
on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep
induced by the death of My Mother
I had The Shower Of Silver Lights
crash down on My Head —
I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ
but I didn’t want to give Christianity
that much credit
so I…
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The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:24pm
I Grace Time
with a glance at My Watch
Cell Phone
Computer
Dashboard (Car)
Microwave
Slow Cooker
and if I see
10:22
2:22
9:11
I Am Graced
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:38pm
If I Could Paint A Sky
With Words —
Can I Reach The Ear
With Sounds —
Sounds Of Such Value To Me
I Want To Encapsulate
Them —
The Story Of Our Ocean
With No Beginning
And No End —
The Sweetness Of My Peepers
So Brief?