My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm
I ain’t playin’
when I see that Brinks
armoured truck runnin’ grey along
the front windows of Sobey’s
I ain’t playin’
when I feel a surge in My Heart
when I see them bullet-proof men
stagin’ them bags of money —
I gots Mine –
I’m safe
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
Armed with a blunted bread knife
clutched right-handed
I have baked My Last Cake
& am about to survive
outside My Kitchen Haven
deep inside the lands of dispute
& vocalization of the state
of Our Laws & Morality
Dignity & Human Endeavor
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Today I wore a Parade of Gold
dangling medallions
& nugget rings
all for the cause
of making millions
out of the pockets
of few
*Turd Ferguson
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am
Silver Sea & Silver Sky
wake Me up
to The Sun held high
over water turned to mint
The Clouds streak over
My Righteous Glint
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:45pm
I’ve picked out My Signing Party Dress:
moonlight silk Armani
worn only once
for an anniversary in Halifax
I out-grew it but
have shed the weight
My Suit Dress is sculptural with Its bodice jacket
& mother-of-pearl buttons
I will wear Silver Sandals
one heel glued on from
October 26, 2013
when I partied to unconsciousness
& threw up in a munchie tray
belonging to the richest woman
I know
The Hawk En Suit Bath 11:04am
I dried My Head
in a sea of Purple
& looked to see
My Flanks flecked
with galactic lint
or was it the inception
of insects
that I wore?
The Hawk Kitchen 12:45pm
In The Bargain Shop
where I bought 2 pairs
of rowing shorts
I heard a skinny witch cackle
“It’s cold enough in here
to kill Ya –”
Then She appeared in
My Rear View Mirror
in the drive-thru for a McDonald’s coffee
sitting with an angelic niece or daughter?
in an old brown pick-up