DECODING METAPHOR*
The Hawk Kitchen 9:40am
That Dancerina Doll
was My Body Type
That Was Me
spinning in a little girl’s bedroom
on TV
spinning out on a rooftop
at The WTC
age 23
*title from WHB
The Hawk Kitchen 9:40am
That Dancerina Doll
was My Body Type
That Was Me
spinning in a little girl’s bedroom
on TV
spinning out on a rooftop
at The WTC
age 23
*title from WHB
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:50pm
See My Face
Left Eye Closed
right eye of reflection
Chin Within Right Thumb & Forefinger
left hand in reflection
encompassed by The Star Field
of dental floss spatter
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:18am
I Am A Performance Artist
My Life Is My Stage
Dressed In Black & Silver
With Red Lace Underwear
Red Lipstick
On A Cold Monday Morning
I Am Ready To Go
To The Bank
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm
My Mother sat in Her brown & gold
champagne bubble evening dress
empire-waisted
listening to Her clarinet-playing married Lover
in The World’s Greatest Jazz Band —
I stayed baby-sat
until
Her Bubble Burst
upon My nine-year-old shoulders
The Christmas I begged
for a pair of green & red
Love Birds
The Hawk Deck 11:48am
My Brother had a Magic Pendant —
have I written of It before?
He asked It Yes or No
Questions
& told His Fortune
but We don’t have It now —
It was Our Mother’s —
heavy hand-wrought Silver
with A Bird on one side
Rose on the other