The Hawk Corner Room 9:38pm
I Am Not In The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
making cup after cup of tea
I Am In My Home
Trapped By Carpenters
Flooring Guys
& A Husband Who May Come Home
Early
The Hawk Corner Room 2:58pm
In Our Society of Carpenters
Our Chorus
One Voice Rings Out Above
The Others:
That of Ray
a petite crack-filler/painter
with “Christ Is The Answer”
on the front of His Little Red Truck —
and a handicap plate on the back
He says He was raised in an Ontario Orphanage
He ran away when He was fifteen
and somewhere on the way to Nova Scotia
along with His North Ontario French Accent
He developed The Sunniest of Dispositions
The Hawk Corner Room 5:50pm
Olivia sprang from Her Cord
& headed for both neighbours
on one side of the road
& then the other
where She met The Woods
& Her Owner had to take off
in one maroon vehicle
in nebulous pursuit —
She’s not back yet
but I have to get My Supper —
The Hawk Corner Room 5:00pm
I Own The Perfect View:
180 Degrees, Panoramic
Lined With Ocean & Treetops & Sky
Rocky Shore, Extension of Rolling Surf —
It Is My Haven, My Refuge
I Can Sit Before My Aerial View
For Hours
& Not Wish I Were Anywhere Else
The Hawk Corner Room 11:34am
Today I Saw The Thinnest Line of Birds
Flying North
I Watched Them ‘Till They Vanished
And Lateral Clouds With Single Gulls
Took Over
The Hawk Corner Room 6:30pm
“That’s Doctor Blair’s Wife —
were You here when She had the affair
& He got suspended — a whole year —
& She stayed in Shelburne for the beginning
but then They lived in His House
in Barrington
’till it was over — the suspension — They got married
and He got suspended again for six months
& They moved to Her House in Shelburne
for a few years — but She did have
some mental problems
so They bought Joey Atwood’s House
on The Hawk
& She’s been fine”
The Hawk Corner Room 1:53pm
You were incubating within Me
sixteen years ago
and on the anniversary of My Mother’s Death
by fate
You were removed
still screaming
as I hear You now
propelling Me to write out
what You still mean —
Where Are Your Bones?
Did You Have Them?
Are They in The Starry Dust
I See Throughout My House?
And Your Little Heart —
Did You Have One Yet?
Does It Beat When I Hear
My Favourite Songs?
And Your Blood —
The Only Part Of You I’m Sure Of —
It Still Gushes From Me
And Pushes Me Through
The Hawk Corner Room 9:26am
I See The Thinnest of A Silver Line
Along The Piece of Horizon Facing Me
Cloud Banks Are In Linear Formation
Above The Silver
The Ocean
Is A Grey Foundation:
My Foothold To The Structure of The Sky
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:44pm
My Third Grade Class Trip
to The Statue of Liberty
involved climbing the interior
circular staircases
up to Her Crown
— or was it Her Arm?
seeing Humans below
looking like ants
as I wrote the next day
from My Changed Perspective
and did I write
that Miss Robley
gave Me a dime
to buy An Orange Popsicle?
The Hawk Corner Room 5:12pm
I have given up
on Black & Purple
— That Lethal Combination —
even when My Black Cat sits
beside a pair of Purple
UGG Boots by The Kitchen Door
I think of My Art School Satin Lips
& Black Fuzzy Bed
of Purple Phalli
I am no longer interested
in The Symbolism of The Night
of hidden passions
under cover of Darkness
I am in The Sedate
Components
of The Spectrum
