“There Is NO Fooling Around”
Dear DVD:
I got your message
while I was eating My Spaghetti:
There Is NO Fooling Around
I know this now & I feel
We have entered
a Completely New Phase
in This, Our
22nd Year
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I Am The Fury
The Black Heat Of Possession
Red-bladed
Against
The Purple Heart
Of My Third Child
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm
I am That Infant
born of Childhood Playmates
Who should never have married
carried in the arms
of Dr Albert Schweitzer
forever held in a black & white photograph
hanging in The Dining Room
of Dr W Hunter Blair
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
I have painted
The Sacred Heart
The Bon Jovi Heart
The Broken Heart
of My Third Child
–
I have painted
The Silver Lights
of My Black Star
violent
immovable
immortalized
beyond Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
I Am The Lady In Black
and charcoal grey
Who likes to write
about Her Self
as The Transformation
The Growth
from a thirty-something
mental patient
badly misunderstood
tortuously disbelieved
turned
Figure
Of Prominence
in Her Local Community
and about to hit
at 54
The World At Large
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:00pm
I come from The Body
of Black Light
In Death & Sickness
I abide
to shine out
for Reconciliation
I am The Stamp
of Desperation —
Humanity gone
awry
in order
to See
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I have painted
The Sinister Star
It is lying/drying/dying
on My Basement Floor
to be erected
upon My Living Room Wall
where It will rise above Me
as I sit on My Tomato-coloured Couch
writing of Its Existence