i’m going blind?

i’ll never see the world the same again

we’re all on the titanic together 

falling apart

candles with flames burning 

precariously

everyone seems to have a death sentence

is this some kind of joke   

this stroke?

my body   is my situation 

is eating my eyes

is attacking itself

birdshot 

a projectile pellet

a shotgun shell

splats when fired

in the eye

this bird 

needs a lot of light

bird shot 

god shot

call it whatever shot you got

word by word

bird by bird

am i losing my sight ’cause of my break up?

‘cause i’m writing my memoir?

have i been targeted for talking about the quiet takeover of Canada’s internet? 

that laws have been passed to control and censor our speech?

that the government has access to our computers & cell phones?

that they can kick Canadians off the net for disruption or degradation?

do not peer too far

there’s a bird on the road

a bear on the road

no bear shat 

no bear shot

remember when Aunty Flo came to our house

with a moon face

she was on prednisone

like me

& this friday 

is methotrexate day number one

love 

pull the sadness from the lullaby in my cells

into this dream

into this stream

i scrub myself clean

i sing 

against this storm

to soothe 

my savage 

dream headed 

soul