–
I want You for My Candy Man Caramel
I mean Camera Man
I want Your One Eye for Mine
All Mine
before the ball gets rolling
I want You to drive with Me
in Your Big Rich Car
I want You to walk with Me
through the smelly corridor
to My Place
so You know You’re in The Right Place
The Place of Its own dis-stink-tion
Oh, You can take Your Camera out all right
just don’t aim it at My Face
just get The Incoming Hall
show The Interior on Its way — The Way
to My Living Gallery
complete with Hall of Fame and Identity Room
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I want You as Dr Drosselmeyer
with a black patch
with Me as Your Director
with You as The Player
of Me Your Instrument
carry Your Instrument
to The Second Floor
and ring the buzzer
see if They let Us…
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One Night On Bald Mountain
A Woman In Orange & Black
Stood Beneath Her Crow Painting
Armed With A Blunted Bread Knife
Witch, She Insisted,
She Was Using
To Make A Point
–
She Directed A Party Of Mounties
To The Idea
She Would Be Escorted To Hospital
Under One Condition:
That She Receive
No Medication
Against Her Will
Officer M– Wrote Down Her Request
–
She Surrendered Her Implement
Agreed To Be Strapped
In A Semi-reclining Position
Into The Back Of An Ambulance
To Be Driven Away
One Hour
To The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
Where Her One Condition
Was Not Met
–
Tonight, May 22nd 2012
My Husband Lay Beside Me
And Announced:
“There Are No Leaders”
I stepped out on The Deck
into The Early Morning Sun
— with My Clipboard, Pencil
Cup of Coffee — I looked out at The Atlantic
& decided to be A Writer.
–
I determined to fix A Poem:
The Greatest Date — written A Decade Ago —
–
I would fix The Ending mostly —
isn’t it The End
which usually needs attention?
–
& worked away
in That Dazzling Sun, in old sunglasses,
listening to The Breaking Waves, Birds
& My Husband stirring in The Kitchen
feeding The Cats
My Host picked Me up in The Late Afternoon
March 31st 1993
I wasn’t ready still in My Bathrobe
My Host patted Me “Don’t worry You can take It off
when We get there — They’ll be Delighted”
We arrived early
at Windows On The World
at the coat check where men without jackets
borrow jackets I disrobed
walked in on The Arm of My Host
to be seated at A Table for Three
My Host coaxed “What would You like to drink?”
“I Think Old-fashioned” It came
It came again and We switched
to Champagne
The Menus appeared
I couldn’t make up My Mind
My Host had to indicate The Appetizer:
Oysters On The Half Shell and Someone
dropped in A Pearl for Me to find
for Me to contemplate
I turned The Pearl in My Mind
questioning Its Meaning while
My Host laughed
“That’s Nothing!”
On Came The Lights
The Chandeliers
from the ceiling came streaking down
in Silver all around Me
on My Head and in My Naked Lap —
“Oh My God, Oh My God! OH MY GOD!”
so dazzled stunned I could not eat
The Main Course
I got up to get My Robe
I tried to leave
–
My Host was determined
to have Me
so We walked Arm-in-Arm
to a little cafe down by The Hudson
where We sat in Semi-Darkness
This Time I found My Mind
in the quiet I ordered My Dessert
I picked It because of Its name
THE MEANING OF LIFE
It was chocolate in every form
even the whipped cream was chocolate
deep in Its centre was a hollow filled
with a kind of gelatin I had never tasted
could never describe
but It was the most delicate flavour
ever to grace My Tongue
–
I decided to stay There Forever
but My Host wanted Me to Dance
My Host wanted Me to Revel in All That Had Been Known
All That Could Be
to See All Things New and so I did
I did for weeks its seemed until
The Night-time Drive
along an empty Thruway
to arrive at The House
of My Untiring Host
on No Sleep
–
at His Great Black Cloister
inside a Cultivated Retreat
My Host announced “I have a Visitor
I would like You to meet” and again
I was shy
being in My Bathrobe but My Host assured Me
that would be fine
This Visitor Could Take Anything
“Is He In?” I asked exhausted
“He’ll be with You at 10:22”
I had no choice but to wait
sitting in an ungainly Waiting Room
–
What was Happening?
–
At The Appointed Time
My Host lead Me down a long corridor
to a Hidden Room
not really a room — An Examining Room
My Host had Me sit
in The Examining Room until
The Visitor arrived
not much taller than Me
The Visitor had quick eyes
a half smile which was good
enough for Me
He didn’t say Hello being The Visitor
but wasn’t I a Visitor too?
–
I Knew Then I Had Been Tricked
–
“I have something To Tell –” I blurted to My Visitor
“These things happen –” He hedged
again I had No Choice:
“I Have Something I Am COMPELLED To Say”
–
My Visitor stood with Folded Arms
–
I pleaded, “Would You Believe — Would You Accept What I Have To Say?”
His Arms Unfolded, “Yes Go Ahead Tell Me”
–
“There Is A God.”
–
And Our Host is Still Laughing His Goddamn Head Off
Mumbo, are You Out There
in Those Bushes?
are You alive or
are You dead?
Will The Gulls & Crows
leave You alone?
Mumbo, are You gone —
no more Mumbolette
with The Big Feet?
Hi My name
Mombo the cat. I am
a very nice cat. I
love kids.
bye-bye
dressed:
Black 8 Petite Original
Bayside Twill Plain Front
Hidden Comfort Waist Crop
Pant Misses
–
Grey Heather Medium Spring
Sweater Jacket Misses
Regular
–
White Underwear
Nude Push Up Bra
–
Black Sling Sandals
–
I have to go out to pick up My Husband from work.
delivered from a full upright position
this morning at The Blood Testing Clinic:
“Angels of Mercy
are Dressed In Black”
& My Voice Is My Weapon
Please let Mumbo go
Please let The Island go
Please let Me go
LET ME GO
