Tagged: relationship

Alteration

It happened as I folded your laundry

I glanced out my south eastern window

Where Mount Baker use to shine

A row of oversized houses is out my window now

I see the back end of them

I hear the birds outside my office window

Along with the humming of the washing machine

The computer and camera won’t process my latest painting

The ever-changing pigment is too strong

Sahasrara

Before I depart

You will have what you need

Irrelevant is hatred and fame

As is judgement and gold

Greatness in the Vastness –

There will be None

This manufactured cesspool

Is churning into stagnation

So, before I arrive

You will have what you need –

Jackie Blair McSween

 

Nothingness

Pollution seeps into the Void

Powerlessness prevails here

But for who or what –

I’m pulled down

To grey porous concrete

Like a YoYo with a severed string

My duty of making humans comfortable

With T-bone steaks and grad dresses

Do we really care?

Now that the Spiral is in motion

Jackie Blair McSween

Destiny Canned

Footprints in the sand
Bottle in your hand
Everything shattered
Not what you planned

You were still a girl
You were still dreaming
Your oyster: the world
Hormones teaming

You opened your heart
You opened the door
You opened your legs
You offered your core

You gave him your love
You gave him your all
You watched him in horror
He made you feel so small

He took your heart
He pocketed your youth
Sharp as a dart
Nail and tooth

Alone in the sand
Made your stand
Fantasy grand
But destiny canned

O.G. Hawkins

 

HAWK WRITER

Me & M’ Bulletproof Vest

DAT AINT NO CONDOM

gonna be wavin’

gots M’ Designer Shades up

gots M’ Kicks

got M’ 22 —

M’ Flo Pen

hawk dem Ghetto Birds

NO HALF STEPPIN

Me & M’ Bulletproof Threads

gonna be struttin’ wid M’ Pilot

gonna put up M’ Burner

bomb M’ Tag

I’M ALL CITY

Joanna Hyde
May 8th 2012   The Hawk West Window   1:04pm
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Jungle Burning Bright

You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through 1
Please don’t take that the wrong way
But it’s been so long since I had a fucking clue
And, yet, you still, like, want me to stay
Red like jungle burning bright 1
Torn like Maggie’s dress
Bite like a November Saskatchewan night
On the 7th day, God did, in fact, rest
I was there that night you guys were thinkin’
“Of course, right, ok . . . “
They’d been for hours doin’ God knows what and drinkin’
It’s not like I’d ever . . .  get . . .  my say
It’s my only life
I’m gonna live it up 2
Cuttin’ like a dull knife
Overfloweth – my cup
No, see, Saturday
Monday, Owen knew
Weeks before the calamity
And now they start with someone new
It’s not that you don’t know any better
And it’s not that you don’t care
But like dogs can somehow predict the weather
Of course it isn’t fair
O.G. Hawkins
1 – David Bowie
2 – Judas Priest

LAUGHTER

Oh that I could add My Laughter

to The Sounds of The Birds

but You can

 

“Don’t You mean She Was Mentally Ill?”

.            “Yes, but that doesn’t mean She is Now”

 

Here, I’ll just have another glass

.          of White Wine

out here on The Portico

with The Comings & Goings

.         of The Neighbours —

One I just invited over —

One I’m not inclined to invite

& One has a Bunny in Her Driveway

 

Joanna Hyde
April 26th 2012   The Hawk Portico   5:14pm
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