marlene mountain
one-line haiku sequence
may-june 1984
one line sequences together and alone
of cold of heat
cold spell waiting for my letter to get there
chill bumps a woman singing to women
a cold rain another resolve not to explain myself
mid beethoven i snap off the radio
no thought faded flowers of spring
wishbone breaks off short
yet another decision to make the heat
dusk an old uneasy feeling
of heat of cool
alone no scraps for
the hens the heat
evening cool a glimpse of the neighbor's
hilled beans
the heat today's meal exactly like yesterday's
another bill paid evening
cool
first not understanding now misunderstood the heat
still full of anger evening
cool
just to hang on to what
i have the heat
just to hang on to what i have evening cool
memorial night
not enough if any tombs for the unknown witches
the old religion 9000000
burned
the heat
yet another someone chooses to be offended by my art
after him as an afterthought he adds
or her
newsletter/priestess of the goddess asks for money
next woman in line no coupons no
off-brands
of nights
a hot night bessie's 'empty bed blues'
alone
knowing which towel is mine
a cool breeze two keys on my key chain
quarter
moon from breast to breast
you leave early the short night of the long day
wet
looking at nothing
child support
40./wk -: 7da = 5.7142857/da -: 24hr = 0.2380952/hr
when
it comes
haunted
people walking on legs without even knowing it
is
this long stretch to my toes the last one
deep down night
not here to know who i am when you're not here
a/part missing yet complete
midnight way after midnight i want to spread my leg
light off unable to turn
off
anne murray's sensual song excited by her or by you
my desk a lesbian poster my bed your
picture
neverending day
against me society's taught her to be
she's not listening
he's done in 2 minutes her baby a bastard *
still she turns her head
* bastard, a patriarchal concept
patchy fog
if she says we come into money let's fix our chins
stock market down cheering
'let's not talk about men let's talk about our accomplishments'
sonia maybe i'll vote
after all
'white-boned demon' slowly she grates into my heart
*
unsatisfied yet not that
empty womb ache
this world? surprised there aren't more crazies
unable to tell mother
who i am
*jian ging (madam mao)
Wind Chimes #14 1984