HE’S A STAR MAN!
The Hawk Shower 10:22am
Oh My God
He’s A Star Man
He’s A Star Man
Oh My God
Oh My God
He’s A Star Man!
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The Hawk Shower 10:22am
Oh My God
He’s A Star Man
He’s A Star Man
Oh My God
Oh My God
He’s A Star Man!
Sobey’s Parking Lot 2:22pm
I Saw Him Today
I Saw Him Today
I Saw Him Today
I Saw Him Today
I
Saw
Him
My God
I Have Seen Him
I Have Seen Him
My God
I
See
Him
weight: 142 lbs. (can’t weigh 122 lbs. — that’s what Daughter weighs)
height: 5′ 4″
eyes: blue
hair: light brown — grown-out haircut
dress size: 8
bra size: 36B
shoe size: 7 1/2
ring size: ?
Left Side: receptive
Right Side: giving
written in beam of light 19″ across
Moving From Right To Left
The Hawk Kitchen 9:11pm
Something Broke Tonight:
It Wasn’t My Heart
It Wasn’t My “Nerves”
It Was A Clay Parrot
One Of A Non-identical Pair
hand-carved from Africa
used as falling-down bookends
By My Mother
Ornaments By Me
well, One got tipped off the top
of My hand-made doll cabinet
— landed on Its Beak —
that was It — crushed
pulverized & shattered
I Needed That
The Hawk Living Room 1:00pm
My Living Room is My Public
Forum
I can say whatever I want
Here
I’ve been offered a cup of tea
& told to wait for Time
but I’m sick of waiting
I feel The Time is Now
for Our New Beginning
where there will no longer be
Us & Them
if The Aliens are Here
They are Us
& We/They have already infiltrated
The Internet
& My Radio
The Hawk Kitchen 8:53am
I Am Waking
To A Pool Of Silver
Outside My Kitchen Window
The Clouds Are Stratus
The Sun Is Bold
High & White
Feeding Me
As I Sit Illuminated
Upon My Kitchen Chair
The Hawk Kitchen 7:58pm
My Silver Sheen
Along The Water
Confirms For Me
The Grace
Of All Things
Coalescing
To Form
This Moment
The Hawk Basement 7:13pm
The Silver Star I spray-painted
in The Hawk Basement
is now lit up in an Evening Ray
of Sunlight from a small West Window
— lit up in three panels
or vertical bars
meshing with the top three arms
of My Silver Star
–
in The Time
it’s taken to write this
The Bars, cylindrical in form
have moved over to the right
by about four inches
& I will sit here
on My Rowing Machine Sliding Seat
no matter how long it takes
for My Silver Star to become
vacant
& glowing on Its Own
Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia
I smelled a glimpse of You
below the spruce bows
on The Trail — the darkened part
damp with early spring
I smelled You there, briefly
& by Your mossy essence was told
“Don’t hold on — I am here
I am where You are
in Your Sensibilities
Your Tactility
Your Taste.”
The Hawk Kitchen 6:42pm
just suppression by anti-psychotic drugs
all things yelled should be heard
& if My Dreams are interfered with
My Sleeping Pattern could get in trouble
–
I’m free now, drinking beer
in My Kitchen
with a cat on the foot stool
My Husband napping before supper
My Prophecy unravelling
as I write
& the sky — I have to write
about The Sky:
It is ponderous
laden with cloud
in varying greys
It Is Beautiful
& I Love It
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