Three little roof lines
laced along the trees
silhouetted against the seas
adjacent to the skies —
I love to look out
this way to the Eastward
view of My Own —
I wake up here every day
when the dawn presents
Itself to Home
The Kiss of Death
Is on his head
And who has placed it there?
A needle pokes
Through his clay locks
To slay his silver hair —
He says to all who dare
To hear
“She is mad l’m afraid –”
To me he says
“No you are fine
And will always be
My Dear”
This morning’s line
of stupendous spark
was cast behind
the glittering arc
of a lobster man
tending his float
and stringing out
a tail to quote:
“dipping stars”
along his mark
and all around
His Glorious Boat
put M(eye) HEX
on M(eye) EX
on M(eye) BED
Y Give $EX Away?
For twenty years Eye sustained
my husband’s public image
and image was all it was:
imagine a man
great and small
dressed
as Dr Blair —
shaved and bathed
properly slept
but know underneath
a heart as empty
as his kiss
Yes, Eye am jealous
of that perfect blonde
chest clad in black
with her “Made In Canada”
stamped on Face Book —
Yes, I’m jealous —
he said he fucked her
morning, noon and night
40 years ago
wrecking his first marriage
and now she’s more
than back
If he had told me
“You’re the greatest artist
in the world”
Eye might have stayed
for free
he has maligned me
to my children
to his internet girlfriends
and anyone else
he wants to think ill of me —
he has lied to my face
and slapped my face down
after I tried to build him up
into the “Doctor”
he is not
One foine day
I’ll be picked up
way off this ground
Eye’ve lived on
for 15 billion years —
think of the germs
I’ll leave behind
while The Big Bang Theory
is only something
to sneeze at
25 years ago
We had Our Canada Dry
Kiss
laid out straight
on a quilted cot
He was Mine
and I was His
and I am happy
with what I got
