The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm
“Hey Jimbo — what colour
is My Underwear?”
“I have no idea –”
“Red, Jim — RED —
I’m Pro Life –”
“That’s good –”
“I have 2,311 views on Self Organizing Galaxy
— where I was white in the beginning
& black at the end –”
“What do You want Me to do?”
“There’s nothing You CAN do, Jim —
I’m angry
& American“
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Once & Once Only, I wore a teal-coloured dress
sashed red, scoop-necked
& lay My Head, neck arched, hair spread
back against the sunny rear
of the interior of an antique car
driven by A Young Man Named Tad
who looked at Me
in His Rear View Mirror
& didn’t run off the road
April 5th, The Hawk West Desk Window 10:50pm
Tonight I Hear The Peepers First
A Sound I Hold So Dear
Heralding My Spring To Me
Allaying All I Fear
Such As Death
So Near To Me
I Read Of Just That Fate
For One Guy F. Tozzoli In New York
Who Permitted Me To Paint
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:50pm
In High School I painted
two “straight-edge” paintings —
one inspired by a dream of heavy orange magnet shapes
forming a bridge with plexi-glass topping —
another titled “Moon Vomit” with the profile
of Our Moon Face streaming down streaks of Blue, Green and Silver —
These Paintings were given to an Italian Sculptor Friend
in NYC when I left the city
— I thought He could paint on the backs of the canvas —
but over twenty-five years later
when I inquired as to Their Whereabouts
He emailed Me that His Former Wife had destroyed Them
along with other belongings —
did She destroy The Head of Me
sculpted by Romolo Del Deo —
Whose old letters I have since trashed?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm
I’ve been mismatched All My Life
yet all these cock-eyed relationships
have lead to The Castle I now occupy:
My Beautiful Home By The Sea
housing six cats, All My Artwork
& thirty pounds of diaries
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:28pm
Numerous Little Black Birds
of an unknown variety
spun Themselves into a bulbous school
& flew around behind
with My Head in A Whirl
to see Them light
straight-lined on a wire
The Tomato-coloured Couch NOON
I have One Child still
at home
I fold Her Laundry
Make Her Bed
because
I Love Her
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:45pm
I’ve consulted an auctioneer
as to the possibility of selling off
My Family’s Letters, Memorabilia
Battles Between Offspring
& Every Valentine From 1947
to The Early 80’s
when My Grandparents Died —
but My Husband doesn’t think
I should
& My Daughter thinks
I wouldn’t get more than $20.00
