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My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm

I ain’t playin’

when I see that Brinks

armoured truck runnin’ grey along

the front windows of Sobey’s

I ain’t playin’

when I feel a surge in My Heart

when I see them bullet-proof men

stagin’ them bags of money —

I gots Mine –

I’m safe


October 5th, The Hawk Queen Bed 10:40pm

I have installed a family

of stuffed animals & dolls

in a finished basement window

in order to unpack

dusty cardboard boxes

flattened for recycling —

I have placed My Brother’s Anne of Green Gables

as The Baby Sitter

over hard-headed “twins” from the 30’s

My Stuffed Bear “Bear Bear”

in a bright red mantel over a pink bath robe

a squirrel to represent My Mother’s Presence

& a hand-made cloth doll from China

*Grandfather Bobby Hyde’s sister Helen who lived in a studio apartment in NYC, drinking gin in the morning next to her full-sized loom and talked to me of a family who lived in her sky light.


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:59am

Silver on The Water

Silver in The Sky

The Thermometer is low

The End is (nearly*) Nigh

I am wide awake

The Coffee Pot is on

I have My House full of guests

ungrateful for The Dawn



The Hawk Exercise Room 11:11am

Silver Crashes Down On My Head

Silver Flashes Out Between My Legs

I Am Strong

I Am Woman


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28pm

“Hi Joanna — what U doin’ Today?”

“Imma Usherin’ in The New Age.”

“The New Age of What?”

“The New Age of Silver –what else?”

“How U doin’ that?”

“With how I deck My Body

& how I deck My Mind.”

“What d’ya mean?”

“My Mind is My Body

& My Jewels are My Accent.”


The Hawk Queen Bed 8:11am

The Jay boasts The Song

of My Growing Up

in Valley Cottage, New York

where I played in woods

behind My House

& zoomed up a hill

from The Bus

after school


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:41pm

I am a Star Traveller

rigged out with My Silver Wrists

& stretch pants, grey —

I will fly with My Life’s Companion

& leave My Big Black Scare-dee Cat, Astro

behind —

so I’ll come



The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm

The White Man Came

upon Indian (Native) soil

& took possession

with trinkets & knives

& drink

from another land

to stake a claim

to the ruination

of Fundamental



The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am

I draw a blank

when I try to remember

My Dreams —

but The One I’m living out

is with Me


Learning to Die

Originally posted on mywordpool:

My political science professor says
to study philosophy is to learn to die.

Like the good pupil I am,
I experiment with stillness.
I slow my breathing until it stops completely,
my pulse growing softer and fainter,
a clock with a stalled tick.
I am Captain Hook’s crocodile,
a swallower of time.
It tastes metallic, I bite down,
then it tastes like blood in the mouth.

(Is this right?
Am I doing this right?)

Like an engine, I experiment with stopping and starting.
I move my fingers, one at a time, I twitch,
kicking in the coffin.

I listen to the dying voices outside my door
(they whisper like wind chimes on a breezeless day)
I listen to the dying music beneath my floor
(it climaxes and falters and sputters and dissipates)

I practice dying so that one day, when I meet God,
He will be impressed with the elegance…

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