Eye am The Woman
of glitter and gold
Eye have entered The Age
of Silver
to have and to hold
The Age of indifference —
Eye will never grow old
Hey Dr Blair
why don’t you tell them
Eye used to care
I used to wash your hair
like a Japanese housewife
why don’t you tell them
I put cream on your legs
at night
why don’t you tell them
Dr Blair —
Why don’t you tell them —
was Eye CRACKED?
Eye woke This Morning
from The Dream
of cleaning up cat shit
with M(eye) bare hands —
the cat shit was in the shape
of a computer key board —
laid on the seat of M(eye) Grandparents’
Victorian Rosewood Chair.
The Key Board was intricate —
It was Intricate Shit —
and I had It on My Hands
for 25 years
Eye have been stressed —
oppressed, suppressed, repressed —
the snake has no truck
with Me
NOW
Eye have The New Christ
pinned to M(eye) wall
She lays with Her Backside
bare to us all —
She fucks our Netflicks
to the content of Her Heart —
She dangles Her Crotch
& lets out a fart
Eye am in
The Silver Anniversary
of M(eye) Mother’s Death:
The Shower of Silver Lights
is 25 Years Old
and now Eye am free
of Its Stigma
and am living
under The Sun
& Moon
Eye have lifted M(eye) Shade
to The Alien Eye
of comfort & quiet
in the dark of morning’s night —
It shines through M(eye) Crack
as a blink of The Light
from out on The Cape
to surrender M(eye) Fight
Eye live in a hutch
of snow and ice
Eye need my crutch —
that would be nice
EYE have hung M(eye) X
upon the wall
below M(eye) Painting
bought
of someone’s old house
done in pink —
a Nova Scotia house
out in the bleak
Eye have hung My Portrait
upon the wall
above His Books
Eye would forestall
We’re in a contest
to & fro
& Eye don’t care
where He goes
He thought Eye would write
pretty poems
& paint Him pictures of blue
& white
He was wrong
for Eye have come
to see Him as
My Only Plight
if Eye could dip His Head
in Black
I would fight
for My Self
back
but He has The Bucks
Eye need to live
& so Eye am helpless
to forgive
