THE HAWK PORTICO 2:30pm
That Fly on My Finger —
He’s not scared of Me
& look — how big am I?
–
I’m not scared of The Universe —
It’s been squashed down into Human proportions
inside My Mind
at The Tip of My Finger
That Fly on My Finger —
He’s not scared of Me
& look — how big am I?
–
I’m not scared of The Universe —
It’s been squashed down into Human proportions
inside My Mind
at The Tip of My Finger
The Hawk West Deck Window 11:46am
I have The Power
to Reshape The Universe
I have The Power
to Reshape The Universe
I have The Power to
Reshape The Universe
I Have To
I Have To
Reshape — Reshape
The Universe is not some array of pond scum
The Universe Is Me
I’m a Moon Worshipper —
I just ate a banana
while looking at The Moon
and laid the peel
on the window sill
below
I have been made uncomfortable —
no, I didn’t lose My House in a hurricane —
I have lost My Trust
My Faith
in Humanity
— not God —
there will always be God for Me
made only too obvious
by The Shower Of Silver Lights
& I used to say God is Humanity and Humanity is God —
where is Our Human Intelligence
Our Honesty
Our Correct Judgement
Our Truth?
Am I to shoot
Silver Streaks
at My Fellow Man?
& The Women —
what should I shoot at Them —
flowers out of pistol barrels?
The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm On The Dot
I might as well tell You
what JB wore today
— and is still wearing:
black underwear
black Joe Fresh push up bra
black square-necked 3/4 sleeve sweater
black socks, black Nurse-Mates street shoes size 8
LL Bean women’s denim jeans regular size 8
silver hoops, silver Joanie Rochette pendant
on silver snake chain given to JB by Her Brother HTWH
ladies Bulova open heart stainless steel watch
Birk’s Friday The 13th Question Mark quartz crystal cocktail ring
Birk’s diamond, gold & platinum wedding & engagement rings
One Silver Spiral Bangle From Her Other
My Big Black Super Cat Astro
is sprung from My Right Shoulder
like The Head of The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman
Who told Me nineteen years ago Today
in The Most Melodious Voice
I had ever heard:
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
& So You Are A Star —
so go to sleep”
I once stood before a window screened
with hardware cloth
in an institution
of not My Choosing
–
from an upper storey
I stood there as if
before a microphone
I called out
to imaginary Children below
to save Them from the water’s edge
to save The Gulls from extinction