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The Hawk Kitchen 4:25pm
The only two adolescent
car accidents
I was in
were with My Brother:
The First where I was driving
with a low rear tire I had neglected to fill
–it went flat on The Taconic
& Howard yelled “We’re On Ice!
Hit The Breaks!”
I listened & rolled Our Mother’s Volkswagon Squareback
into a cliff-side snow bank
and limped home with the spare put on
by kind fellow motorists
tutt-tutting about teenage drivers
The Second Howard was driving
when We were mistakenly headed
for The Holland Tunnel
so I directed My Brother to “Turn Here”
into a No U Turn
He listened
& pulled out into oncoming traffic
We got rear-ended
but were able to drive
His Baby Blue LTD home
I wrote a letter of apology
to the owner of the wrecked green Volvo
Who later said he had never
gotten a letter like that
Canada Day 2011 The Hawk
This is a New Book
This Book is So New It
Has Not Even Been
Thought of
Yet…
It is NOT about any Living or Dead
People
or animals
or plants
or planets
It is about a Great BIG YAWN
A YAWN WHICH GOES
ON
&
ON
&
ON
& never stops. Oh, & did
I mention The Yawn never
STARTS, either(underlined)?
The Yawn has a Companion:
The GREAT BIG FART
a FART SO BIG IT FILLS
the Entire Universe
& Beyond, if there is
a Beyond
The FART HAS A START
Like The Sneeze that
follows:
The SNEEZE that blows
away the Yawn (even
though I said It never
Stops) a sneeze which
blows away the FART
which clears
the AIR
To Make Room, since
there is an endless supply
of Room — The Sneeze
has to push away all
the other crap engulfed
by The Yawn & The FART
to make Room for
THIS(underlined):
The Great Big
seemingly Eternal
(though who knows —
who thinks there’s
any such thing as
Eternity?)
The Sneeze makes Room
for: The Great Big
seemingly Endless
Huge
Sigh
of
Relief —
a sigh of Relief
not Heard,
not Seen,
but
Felt,
felt beyond the
outer reaches of
The Universe
in fact,
becoming the
preliminary
establishment
of
Every Thing &
Nothing &
more eternal YAWNS
FARTS
etc.
The Hawk Kitchen 6:16pm
I Drink The Golden Fluid
of My Beer
in My Concept 2 Drinking
Glass
& I feel, feel, feel
I feel
for Everyone
trapped
by illness
or made-up labels
People in prisons
I feel for My World
I feel for My Planet
I feel for
My
Self’s
Capacity
The Hawk Queen Bed 3:57pm
When I Close My Eyes
I See The Seething Mass
of Humanity, like a swarm of bacteria
covering the habitable parts
of This Earth
I see Them undulating
in Their Sex
in Their Food Consumption
I see Them in Their Veins of Traffic
Are They Building
Monuments
to survive
or Are They Sleeping
Like Me
until
I Wake Up, Get Up
to look in The Morning Mirror
at My Messy Hair —
Will We Wash Our Faces
In The Light Of The Sun
Or The Light Of The Moon?
The Hawk Kitchen 7:22pm
I hold a jar in My Left Hand
398 ml 14 oz liq
No Name
Puree de Pommes
non Sucre
straight from The Garden of Eden
not in temptation
but in nourishment
for The World
to see, feel
& swallow
The Meaning of Life
The Hawk Kitchen 3:25pm
I have written My Self
into a corner
I have consumed a whole bowl
of Pop Corn
& taken My Ball, My Cap Gun
& My Dolly
home
I am The Petulant Child
Who’s eaten all Her Cookies & Milk
and left without thanking
The Mommy
