How grateful I am
for the rustling hedge
for The Second Labatt’s Blue
there in The Fridge
H–‘s upstairs finishing
a nap
Eliza’s been horsed
all that’s left
is supper
on tap
I wonder if I am going
to fall into a routine —
sleeping with My Pills
showering in The Morning
walking to The Infirmary
visiting Dr Blair —
walking back to The Hotel
awaiting My Message
There
God Made That Peach
or Did That Peach
have The Know-how
To Make Itself?
–
Why Is There Something Rather Than Nothing?
If There Were Nothing
No One Would Know
& There Would Be No Question
–
Rudder’s, Yarmouth, NS
We are teetering on The Brink
of abandoning God
which We Must Not Do
for then We would Be
Abandoning Ourselves
–
THE HAWK DECK 8:25pm
Tonight I See
Oh — where did It go?
I See, I Write
an ink blot
White Ink
against a grey page
of Sky
–
8:39pm
Why on Earth is That Sun taking so Long?
It’s preparing to make a Rainbow
— a full arc with rainbow ripples
on The Inner Edge
*
I see a Cloudscape
beyond layers
of bamboo shrub
& scrub spruce
mountainous over The Blue Horizon
exalting
in My Nimbus
of Regeneration
There’s powder on My Face
My White Sweat Shirt
over My New Black
Push Up Bra
I put on Black Socks
old jeans that still fit
–
I’m off to shop for The Makings
of Stew
with My Cans still rattling
around
in My Black Escape
–
The Noon Radio News reports
“rising tide levels along coastal regions
& severe weather events
in the coming years.”
gonna bomb dat RJ
shitting on His Rock
gonna lay up My Fire Ball
on dat Emergency Tag
gonna hit every car
every crib, zillions
bomb dis hole fuckin worl
I see The Pink Cloud
that spawned Me
easing its way over
the salty horizon
Oh — now it’s grey
& I’m in The Latter Half
of My Existence
here on Earth
where I can log
& watch
The Sky
The Last Time I was on The Roof
of Number 5 World Trade Center
I was Dressed
in Black High Heels
I signed HYDE
on The South East Corner of My Painting
My 10,000 Square Foot Elliptical Spiral
going off The Edges of The Canvas
starting something with No Beginning
No End
