The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:00pm
There Was No Little Yellow Bird
In The Scraggly Apple
When I Said My Prayer
Today
But The Waves Were There
The Waves Heard Me
And So My Prayer
Is Answered
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
I Am The Demonstrative Child
dancing naked in Her Babysitter’s living room
go ahead & look at Me
get stuff off Me
what I have to offer
is in My Mind
You can grab It —
The New Social Reform
but I put My Foot down
when The Song’s over
The Hawk Living Room 8:30pm
After supper in Valley Cottage
My Brother & I turned on
the overhead light
Our Mother never used
& turned & twirled
until We were dizzy
We lay down on the thin carpet
happily feeling Our Living Room
spin
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
“Our Family deals with Its Dead
in a peculiar way
My Dad is buried under The Pine Tree named Helmuth
— Not My Dad but His Ashes —
We go sometimes & pour beer on Him
because He liked beer
He was in a one-gallon ice cream container
in the trunk of Mom’s Chevy Nova —
before The Pine Tree
My Father, Helmuth Art Putz, was in a beer stein
about a foot and a half tall
That Pine Tree grows exponentially —
Here’s Your Mom, in a golden box —
I was prying It open with a screwdriver —
I wasn’t sure if the ashes were really My Mother —
after We threw My Mom & Granmom into the river
— not Them, Their ashes —
We asked for a sign
all the lilly pads were stagnating
We threw in irises
a blue heron flew overhead
& the lilly pads lifted up”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:20pm
Would I be unfair or inaccurate
not to include My Daughter
in this singularly female household
supported by One Man
& One Daughter’s Inheritance (that’s Me!)
living a life of leisure
& art —
am I being unfair
to My Self — afterall
I grocery shop
take out the trash
clean occasionally
& try to cook
The Hawk Deck 8:56am
The foggy dew
is still on the scrub spruce
in hues of grey and green
the waves are close
somatic
& I am fully here
ready to take in
The Day
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:45pm
I Am Able To Set The Table
As I Am
Your Reason For Schizophrenia —
a played-out conundrum
I Am The Reason
The Intellect Behind
Child-like Frankness
I Am The Purpose
Behind Hallucinations
Sleep Deprivation
Voices From Afar
As I Am The Human Being
Capable Of Imagining
Any Vision, Any Dream
Capable Of Consuming
The Place Set
For Our Changing Minds
The Hawk Deck 1:22pm
This morning I took a walk
along The Barrington Bay Trail
on the far extension I passed
A Boy and His Father/Uncle
The Boy strode up to Me
asking if there is a difference between
plum sauce and sweet n’ sour —
I replied, “Not much — why
are You asking about sauces
so early in the morning?”
The Uncle/Father explained:
“He’s just been to McDonald’s”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm
The Polish has been subdued a little
off My Sparkling Day —
I am inside with the cool wind out
The Radio is on
I am drinking copious quantities of water
from My Glass Marked “LIFE”
–
1:25pm
The World can reach into My Heart
& pull out all The Hope It Needs
to get Us through this rough time
this transition from Gold to Silver
Day to Night
Sun to Moon
West to East
Man to Woman
Yes, take It all —
It’s free, right here
My Hope Lives
Where I Live
The Hawk Deck 11:35am
I am not beyond writing
how good I feel
sitting in the sun
in the privacy of My Deck
I look to the ocean
for inspiration
& find all I need
within The Self I am today
— A Supreme Self
basking in the knowledge
of all things
coming to good
Ultimately
