Now I hear
The Northerly Waves
I have the bottom
of a glass of wine
twelve dollar very dry
I have supper under
the broiler
I have some writing
3:45pm
Southerly Surf resonates
in My Blood —
I’m composed of 50 Trillion Cells
or more —
How many of Them are My Blood
activated
by Each Surge of Sound
moving through Me
moving My Pen
as I sit with Knees up
on The Armless End
of My Tomato-coloured Couch?
The Hawk Deck 1:38 pm
All That I Have Lived For
Adds Up To This Moment
I Have Lost Nothing
–
The Clouds Progress From West To East
–
I Am In My Hour —
My Hour Of Refinement
The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm
I have had an undulating vision —
a purple cave-like opening
dressed in Golden Fray
–
This moving Mountain-like form
contained not the thought
of The Little Man
but His Essence
–
It pulsated at Me
slowly
pushing from behind My Eyes
& returned Him
to Me
I’m lying on My Tomato-coloured Couch
— did I say It’s very comfortable?
Looking up at My Crow Painting
— I need My Glasses —
The Living Room Window is Open
to The Southerly Waves
at My Head
with Eliza’s Horse Blanket
over The Rest
