The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm
All Other Losses
Seem To Culminate
In The Loss Of A Pet:
down to The Fish Plant I went
in the blowing fog
to look for Cami
& saw nary a cat
only a nice man
who wondered what I wanted
“I’m looking for a lost cat”
“Oh, I’ve had about five people so far
this summer —
one fella even had a picture — ”
believe it or not
a helium balloon
flew
overhead
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
I’ve come out
of Hyde-ing
in My Rose-Coloured Top
arms above My Head
holding up My Model Canvas
behind Me
like a stretched-out butterfly
“Artist On The Roof”
in lit-up red
with My Name
on The Plaza
of the Galactic
Pool
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
My Fame Will Be
This World’s
Freedom
–
When I Am Found Out
Inside & Out
We Will No Longer
Believe
In Schizophrenia
Bi-polar
& Other Multitudinous
“Psychiatric Illnesses”
–
Silver Will Sky-rocket
Gold Will
Linger In Its
Old-fashioned Luster
–
Man & Woman Will Live Together
Unrivalled
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm
I Am Dressing
For My Painting Today
Top Colour Orange
For The Spiral
Blue Jeans For The Sky
Magic Dangly Earrings
For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges
Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon
For The Interpretation
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am
I am here to demonstrate
The Massive Capacity
of Our Human Intellect
born out of turmoil & strife
histories of flood & famine
long lines of creativity & invention
religious conflict
–
Out of All This Rises
A New Awareness
of
The Sacred Self
The Emergence
of
Our
New
World
View
The Hawk Wast Desk Window 1:22pm
My Ex-husband has a room
He built
above a garage
for neighbours I haven’t met
He calls it His Favourite Room
He took Me up there today
to look for Hunter’s Lost Pet
— I knew She wouldn’t be there —
in that perfect
extra
bedroom
of oiled wood
skylights
and
pastel paint
Do I
have to
work
guilt
in here
somewhere?
Pubnico, NS 10:22am
I am driving Home
A New Message
there — I see that tree I remember
I climbed It as a little kid
& now It is The Mighty Oak
Out There I See The Ocean
with tidal flats before
I hear The Waves
high under The Full Moon
pushing Me onward
to The Self
I think I know
so well
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I Am Waiting
For The Impregnation
Of My Idea
For My Concept
To Be Opened Up
Sunk Into
& Savoured
For All Its Worth
The Hawk Hallway 7:34pm
My Journal Upon My Lap
Braces My Right Thigh
Crossed Over My Left
With The Final Rays Of Sun
Gracing My Kneecap
–
I Am Sitting To Write
Of The Exciting Time
Of Royal Birth
Growth Of Gold & Silver
& My Magic Number
Of The Day
–
The Only Shadow
On Our Good Favour
Is The Disappearance
Of Hunter’s Cat Cami
For The Second Time
