MORNING SILVER
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
The Clouds are lined with Silver
actual Silver Lining
& I am embarking on visiting
My Mother-in-law @ Roseway*
and in the other direction —
Luke of Whom I am so fond
–
*Roseway Hospital, Shelburne, NS
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
The Clouds are lined with Silver
actual Silver Lining
& I am embarking on visiting
My Mother-in-law @ Roseway*
and in the other direction —
Luke of Whom I am so fond
–
*Roseway Hospital, Shelburne, NS
March 31st, 2014 Valley Regional Hospital, NS 5:32pm
Just let Me set here awhile
& let it all soak in —
let Me look at the mesh of the curtain
& remember The Flashes —
let Me hear My Mother-in-law breathing
under a heated blanket
& I will set & tell You
The Story with
no
end
The Hawk Window Seat 2:44pm
I Took My Shower
@ 2:22
I Was in There
For Untold Minutes, Hours, Days
I Am Still There
Rubbing My Eyes
Like A Child
Who Sees The Spray
Of The Universe
The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm
Please allow Me to explain
everything
in Galactic Terms —
if We are integrating with Aliens
it is mutually beneficial —
Yes, The Egyptians were convinced
of an afterlife
as I am convinced of God —
if the existence of Aliens
disputes the existence of God
I say No — We can and do
have both
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm
The nightly ointment applied
to My Doctor-Husband’s legs
has conditioned My Hands
ready for work
I will now delve into the guts
of Humanity
The Innards of The World
I will knowingly dirty My Hands
when I said I never would
serve God — I would serve
only My Self —
I have seen The Meaning of Life
and It is brazen and brash
as The Sun
and It is My Dark Haired Angel
God of My Creation
sitting on My Right Shoulder
declaring in Her Melodious Voice
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep…”
I will go now not to sleep
but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands
laden with the protective balm of Her Words
to absolve the recesses of My Skin
of any fatal impurity
and pummel My New-born Fists
into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I have craved Fame & Glory
as badly as any
suicide-ed poet
— I have made attempts
on My Own Life —
but more-so have I
striven to live
as I do now
when My Work is being read
every day & every day
I am not dead
The Hawk Corner Room 1:15pm
Do My Cells Know
I Am Exhibiting
“A Failure To Thrive” —
Do They Know I Have Not Eaten Lunch
& That I Cannot
Possibly Take The Cats To The Vet
Tomorrow
For Their Annual Inoculations?