GRAFFITI BY PROXY
gonna bomb dat RJ
shitting on His Rock
gonna lay up My Fire Ball
on dat Emergency Tag
gonna hit every car
every crib, zillions
bomb dis hole fuckin worl
gonna bomb dat RJ
shitting on His Rock
gonna lay up My Fire Ball
on dat Emergency Tag
gonna hit every car
every crib, zillions
bomb dis hole fuckin worl
I see The Pink Cloud
that spawned Me
easing its way over
the salty horizon
Oh — now it’s grey
& I’m in The Latter Half
of My Existence
here on Earth
where I can log
& watch
The Sky
I’m having a Graffiti Problem:
Saturday Night I Painted
A Pentagram Star, Red,
with Silver Rays
on A Rock
in My Friend’s Backyard
— She said I could Paint
Anything I Wanted —
She said, “I Love It!”
but now Her 17 year old Daughter
doesn’t Love It
& I’ve been asked
to paint
a starfish
“Good Morning, World!”
and to the rest of you
that are still asleep —
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:
It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL —
It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,
It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:
The Fight of Our Lives
as Human Beings on
This Planet —
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God —
& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.
This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity —
I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”
“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee —
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.
Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE —
You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now —
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile
Because of YOU
(red star, red star)
October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK
continued from Diary:
I AM THE RED STAR —
I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote
Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,
& here is the Only Place
We know of
which sustains us, somewhat,
& which sustains Me,
Your Guiding Star
Your Furious Mother —
and Who was My Furious
Mother, You may ask?
She is Dead Now & Somewhere
out There, Haunting Me
as I am aiming now to
Haunt You,
& Haunt You I Will,
Until You Turn Around,
with The Earth,
with The Light of Our
Yellow Star —
Soon To Turn Red.
I am speaking to You from
This Black Box, This Hole
But I Can See You,
like The Romper Room Lady —
I am Magic, if You
believe in Magic
— and I feel You must
believe in Something —
There is The Divine, for
I have felt Its Wrath —
There is God, for I have
been beaten down by Him,
now, into this heaving mass
of Human Organism
which rises up before You,
to Speak to You
from The Device I Loathe:
The Device of Corruption, Greed,
Sloth, & Desire.
Yes, I Desire You,
I Desire That You Wake Up
to Hear Me, That You
Wake Up to Feel Me, For
What Am I To You But
All That Is Left of
possible salvation?
I am Your Mother & My
Mother before Me, & Her Mother,
& My Father’s Mother & Her
Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS
I Speak For The Salvation
of The Children of God
WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,
GROW UP
*
There’s a Rock on The Side of The Road
in Barrington where I shop
It has a Mentalist Red John
which I badly want to deflect
with Silver Star Rays
& maybe Red Dots
–
but on this windy Sunday Morning
as I drive on My Mission
I see a Police Car
coming through The Intersection
of Highway 3 & The Causeway
I turn around
I come home
leaving My Cans of Silver & Red
rattling around on the floor
of My Escape
I Was First In Line
For My Abortion
& I Claimed It:
Him/Her I Kept
Forever In My Shattered Heart
In The Next Room Over
From That Waiting Room
Full
Of Silent Women
My Daughter & I
came back from The Beach
I hung Our Towels on The Line
I checked My Blog
to find a New Follower
soulblindministry
whose Donate Heart
was just like Mine
(My Daughter didn’t think so)
just like Mine
in My Eye Am
painting
Just Like Mine
The Hawk Kitchen 2:32pm
Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair must be a Throwback to The Fifties:
White Stay-At-Home Mom
3rd Wife to A Silver Haired Doctor
Moderate Drinker — Would Like To Smoke
NOT A CHURCH GOER
Eats Red Meat & Lots Of It
Likes To Shop but Considers Cost
Doesn’t Care (very much) What She Drives
As Long As It Works
Has Been Seen Eating @ MacDonalds
In An Off-The-Shoulder Oprah Evening Dress
One Night On Bald Mountain
A Woman In Orange & Black
Stood Beneath Her Crow Painting
Armed With A Blunted Bread Knife
Witch, She Insisted,
She Was Using
To Make A Point
–
She Directed A Party Of Mounties
To The Idea
She Would Be Escorted To Hospital
Under One Condition:
That She Receive
No Medication
Against Her Will
Officer M– Wrote Down Her Request
–
She Surrendered Her Implement
Agreed To Be Strapped
In A Semi-reclining Position
Into The Back Of An Ambulance
To Be Driven Away
One Hour
To The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
Where Her One Condition
Was Not Met
–
Tonight, May 22nd 2012
My Husband Lay Beside Me
And Announced:
“There Are No Leaders”