The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:25pm
I had a suburban upbringing
counteracted by summers
on a Wild Island
off the coast of Nova Scotia
I was a Nyack Public School Student
with paper route and good grades —
on The Island
I wore no clothes
and turned My White Bread Ass
Honey Brown
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:55pm
I cannot lay My Self down
upon My Tomato-coloured Couch
I cannot —
I must sit here & write
& let the Ativan do its trick
I will drink My Tea
& not think of the years
of wasting away in beds
on couches, brown, green
& white
The Hawk Outpost 9:10am
I Blink In All The Brilliant Light
Until My Lashes Gleam
Iridescence Calls Me In
Converging All I’ve Seen
Thank you for “liking”
MUNCHING ON EXISTENCE
This is to inform you
that I have since
made a single word change
in the poem
to clarify my point
Your friend,
Joanna
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:53pm
I am salivating
to Save The World
to spoon It out
from under Itself
feed Me Our New Existence
which is ancient
Yes — I could eat It —
consume Its micro-biotic
Humanoids
Who keep questioning God
when They don’t have to
& spit Them out
afresh
*Robert A. Raines & Robert Gliner
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I speak with a forked tongue
out of both sides
of My Mouth
polished teeth gleaming
I am The Devil
to Whom I give no credence
I am set to announce
The Second Coming
not of Christ
but of Global
Darkness
set before The Light
The Hawk Window Seat 1:30pm
I know A Beautiful Girl
Who lives on fruit
& nutritional shakes
& runs Cross Country
for Her University
She has A Room Mate
sharing the same
abode
drinking the same
supplements
& running for Her Life
The Hawk Basement 11:22am
“World, You Can Save Your Self —
You Are Programmed To Survive —
Your Mountains Will Stand —
Your Oceans Will Thrive —
Your People Will Laugh
— Die Laughing —
World, You Are My Home”
The Hawk Outpost 9:06am
The Glistening Light
Listens To Me
As If I Could Say A Prayer
For The Whole World
