SILVER EXPLOSION
The Hawk Window Seat 7:59pm
I am in the pose
of relaxed readiness
standing in My Kitchen
against the running dishwasher
I am leaning on My Right Hand
Right Ankle crossed
over Left
“Don’t be impatient”
“Don’t be impatient”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
I am dripping in Diamonds
oozing Gold from every pore
radiating Silver with My widest reach
My Words carry
My Weight
When I die
I will be entombed
with
My Endless Scrawl
at
My
Feet
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
I have given up, for now
My Old Silver Towel
in-which I buried My Face
My Darkest Secrets
to smell instead
The Comfort Of Clean Gold —
My New Robe
Of Contentment
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Evening Clouds
Are Heavy Silver
— everything comes to silver —
Moving From The Still-luminous West
Overhead As I Sit On The End
Of My Tomato-Coloured Couch
Savouring The Portrait
I Am Making
Of My Sky
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
My Word! I have caught a glimpse
of Silver Streaks
out on the grey ocean breaking
the colour of the new snow sky
— They were very brief — The Streaks
but I saw Them
& They glinted
for Our Second Cup
of Coffee
The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm
I See The Light
Glinting Off
That Christmas Ocean
Silver In Its Force
Radiating Through Our Southern Window
Blanketing The Bed
Of My Sleeping Husband
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm
Dressed in My Silver Robe
I have Windexed My Dining Room
Table
to lay My Self out
drawn & quartered
for The Sake Of Humanity —
I was born out of Desolation, Depression
Death
to arrive at This Juncture
between the last Two Thousand Years
& the next
The Hawk Kitchen 2:30pm
I Am The Mystic
Dressed In Green On Green
Silver Medallion On My Chest
Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring Off
to take out the trash
I Am The Spiritualist
I Am The Occultist
I Am The Seer
Writing With My Silver/Onyx Pen
Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring On
My Mother’s Random House Dictionary Of The English Language
Unabridged Edition Open
To “Myself”
The Hawk Dining Room 9:26pm
The Sky Is Leaded Silver
The Ocean Molten
After The First Snowfall
Of Any Import
My Car Is Facing East
To Melt The Remainder
Of What I’ve Brushed
Ready To Go Mail
My Son’s Birthday Card
The Hawk Living Room 2:25pm
I hit the walls
square on
big bright screens
held Me, emblazoned
into the next century
and the next
on into the glorious replay
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
immortalized