YET ANOTHER STAR POEM
The Hawk En-suite Bath 7:55pm
Yes, EYE have counted
The Black Stars
left by M(EYE) Body
against The Whiteness
of The Tub & EYE
Yes I, have de-s(EYE)de-ed
that as Their Number
totals ELEVEN
EYE am in
Good Hands
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:11am
Standing firm in My Mrs Blair
grey sweat suit
from LL Bean
I order My Silver
watching The Shimmering Sea
and wearing no rings —
My Hands are naked
for the induction
of M(EYE) PROPHECY
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
When I saw
My Shower of Silver Lights
I saw The Figure of Christ
across from Me
I saw that Christ
was enmeshed
with The Light
& I cannot
be contained
I cannot be contained
I cannot
be contained
The Hawk Kitchen 5:43pm
God Is Not Above
God Is In You
filling You whole
& looking out
from Your Eyes
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:47am
By The Power
Vested In Me
By The Shower Of Silver Lights
I Am The God
With VOICE
& I Am Speaking
To The World
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:04pm
EYE AM SWEET
Jesus
in M(EYE) BRAND NEW
BULLET-PROOF VEST
over
My Black Negligee
over
My Black Lace Bra
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 Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
