YOUR HAND
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
Your Hand upon My Forearm
— My Left —
is like a caress of Gold
but Silver
I must have
The Light Of The Night
Let Me Go
into Tarnished Darkness
for I am certain
not to be alone
There
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
WHO IS GOD?
We Are God
WHAT IS GOD?
We Are God
WHERE IS GOD?
Here Is God
WHERE?
Here!
WHERE?
Here!!
WHERE?!
Hear!!!
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
Imma gonna turn
dis worl inside
out
dem stars is black
‘ginst d’ white
an Imma
wearin’
Ma Gym Cloze
an Red Kicks
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
I am dressing in White
these days
to go with the White Trucks
I’m seeing all over the place
a new phase
Black Jesus is out
The White of nonreflective Light
is what I carry
The White of newness
not day light
but The White
of emersion
–NO–
emergence
The Hawk Deck 11:15am
Anger is Our Most Passionate Emotion
seething or simmering — It must
be confronted
It must be addressed
It cannot be brushed aside
or “managed”
like the tell-tale
LOVE
We have all known
The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:44am
Black Jesus is now driving
a new white Silverado
I saw Him at The Clyde River Exit
& followed Him into Sobey’s in Barrington
where He parked
at The Yellow Sign On The Cart Corral:
“In The Event Of Emergency Gather Here”
He parked in an assembly
of White Vehicles
while I walked into The Store
to get some Cat Food
& fruit for My Sick Daughter
On the Indistinction of the One and the
Exclusion of the Good in Meister Eckhart
“I Am The Child —
Big Black Book Upon My Lap
A Smattering Of The Universe
Bespotting This Page
Of Lights
From My Diamond Rings”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:47pm