MY WITCH’S ROBE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm
I Am Wearing My Witch’s Robe
Coloured Purple Velour
With Black Stitching
Repairing A Hole
Made By My Black Cat Astro
Once When I Cuddled Him
On My Lap
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm
I Am Wearing My Witch’s Robe
Coloured Purple Velour
With Black Stitching
Repairing A Hole
Made By My Black Cat Astro
Once When I Cuddled Him
On My Lap
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:48pm
I Have Arrived
Where I Am
I Know Not How
I Know Not Why
Yet I Believe I Will Know
Before I Die
The Hawk Deck 10:00am
The Sun is lower now
& I am taking care
of A Very Important Man —
I swept up the damp-bug carci
sucked dry by spiders
in His Library
I gave Him pills
for His Very Sore Back
There is no Casual Friday
for My Husband This Week
There is no let-up for Me
This Is My Job
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:25pm
I have done battle with God
all My Life
literally & figuratively
I have been caught
& unleashed
I have leashed, caught
& commanded
dismissed
& been dismissed
but Today
I am victorious
in Today’s Dismissal
I have regained
My True Self:
that which is
in God
& that in-which
God is
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm
I AM NOT AN ARTIST
WRITING IN FEROCITY
I AM SICK OF WAITING
ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS
I AM ONE HUMAN BEING
CAUGHT
IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE
MIND WORKS
CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY
BUT THAT IS NOT
WHO I AM
I AM PUSHING OUT
THE MADE-UP PERSONAE
OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST
I AM DENYING GOD
HAVING A HOLD ON ME
I was just an innocent girl
when The Shower of Lights
befell Me
I thought They were from God
Well, I have news
BIG NEWS —
THEY WERE FROM MY MIND
MY MIND CREATED THEM —
I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD
IN MY MIND
MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD
God is a pee wee
The Hawk Deck 8:51am
The Sea is liquid silver
in these early morning hours
I take solace in The Surf
to The North of where I sit
soaking in a last day of summer
with birds abuzz & cats
stirring on The Deck
“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
*
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
My Children are inching Their Way
farther & farther away from Me —
Peak is bound for British Columbia
Eliza has begun Her First Year Of College
but rather than succumb to The Empty Nest
I must grow with Them & be The Best
Care-taker of My Self —
be My Own Mother
The Hawk Deck 1:00pm
Today A Horsefly
sat upon My Deck Rail
Big & Ugly
named A Creature of Satan
by My Mother —
I did not swat It
I did not kill It
I have never before
spared The Life
of One of Those
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:40pm
I hear the distant surf
coming in like radio static
whose constant frequency
is broken only intermittently
by the heckling of a gull
or by the infrequent surge
of a vehicle on the road
acting as an incoming wave