The West Desk Window 9:55pm
when I was a child
I had a fantasy
of getting locked inside
a grocery store
overnight
free to eat anything my heart desired
& do you know what I picked?
I picked apple sauce
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:33pm
How not to change lives & still sleep
in 3 easy steps:
1) Buy 22 Bars of Silver & lock Them in The Bank
2) Don’t buy a funny-shaped House on The Hawk
to rent to Kristine Zoodedoo
or Hunter’s Secretary
Who said She would move to The Hawk
like a tornado
3a) Don’t ask Your Daughter repeatedly
for Her Opinion on kitchen design features
3b) Eat left-over macaroni
& drink plenty of water out of the tap
of Your Tawdry Fridge
The Hawk West Desk Window January 7th 10:55pm
The Swimming Pools of Dallas
shone like American Indian Turquoise Necklaces
strung around the kind of Suburbia
I would never see as clearly from the ground
as I could see from My Graduate’s Plane
taking Me across the Midlands of The US
to meet a man with whom I had barely corresponded
to find His Bed available
but attached by The String:
“You would be any man’s desire but
I’m saving My Self for Marriage”
The Hawk Dining Room 2:22pm
In My Sleep This Morning
One Line came to Me
but I was too tired
to write It down:
“My Love Is As Deep As An Unsung Well”
Here It Is Penned
At This Time
while I spoon My Christmas Turkey Soup
out of a big black cup
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55pm
We live in The Era Coming
where there is no such thing as “Mental Illness”
no need for Psychiatrists
They can go home
no need for catalogues, labels, DSM volumes
or medication (except for sleep)
We Are Human All
behaving as Humans
within Our vast array of possibility
Our Observations
are based on fundamental perception
and based on Our interpretation of perception
within Its vast array of possibility
GOOD NIGHT
The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm
Tonight when I went out in The Dark
to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows
I heard the distinct honking of geese
somewhere below the constellation of Orion
— the only constellation I recognize
beside The Big Dipper —
Oh, I didn’t tell You —
a few days ago — no, December 22nd —
I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit
in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s
— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —
She could barely say hello
