joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

POWER TO WRITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm

I take My Medication

to keep My Power in check

otherwise I would not sleep

& I would be powering all over

the house

& out into the yard at night

& God knows where –

I would be unstoppable

& I would have to get apprehended

by The Mounties and/or ambulance attendants

to wind up in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

where They would lock Me up

in the so-called “Therapeutic Quiet Room”

where I would pound & pound

& drum & drum on the steel door

until They came in & held Me

down

for an injection

against My Will –

It’s Black Power

of Which I Speak

MY PIECE

The Hawk Living Room 10:22am

The piece of black clothing

has crept its way into

My Underwear Drawer

furnished by My Daughter

– The Piece — not the drawer –

unopened in a plastic pack of five assorted

Joe Fresh Women’s High-cut Briefs

size small:

My Black Jesus Underpants

MY TIME

The Hawk Deck 9:08am

I Am Drinking In

The Silver

Of This 22nd Day

Of This 22nd Year

Into The Awakening

I

Have

Come

To This Ever-glade

Of Peace

&

Prosperity

Where I Reside

With My Loving Husband

&

My Beautiful Singing Daughter

Whether I Stay

Or Not

I Will Carry With Me

The Ages

Of Time

&

Be A Representative

Of The Life

We’ve Lived

Before

CLEANSING RITUAL

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm

If God Creates

The Universe

She Does It Every Night

She Spits Out Stars

Against Her Mirror Image

in an effort to floss

Her Identity

then brushes thoroughly

aggressively

Her Set Of Calcified Moons

to eject a frothing paste

down

into

the

sink

hole

My Daughter Is Downstairs Singing

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:57pm

Tonight I had to throw out

Our entire supper of fish

to the gulls and crows

– it was tainted –

and then in a fit

of generosity

I threw out Our bread

best by today

and three English muffins

dated March 18th

Beep Beep

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm

There’s a purple cloud

out there now

with The Peepers going

It’s a scene, Man

A Scene

&

I Love It

EASTER EVENING

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:04pm

I Lift The Shade

From My Husband’s Nap

To Check The Progress

Of The Sun — It

Lays Out Her Silver

Upon The Bay

An Hour Before The Set

We’ll Watch

STATIONED

The Hawk Portico 3:15pm

I am like a Big Italian Woman

leaning on bare elbows

out an open window

surveying Her Neighbourhood –

does She hear The Birds

as She nods to Her Neighbours

& watches Children on bicycles?

MORNING REPORT

The Hawk Outpost 10:26am

I Lift My Life Glass

To The Silver On The Water

& Watch As One Gull Flies By

Within The Breadth Of A Dappling

Of Cloud

A Fishing Boat On The Horizon

Shimmers In The Mix

Of My Sea

& Sky

&

I

Drink

TRANSPOSITION

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:52pm

I have watched The Sun

born out from under a ridge

of grey cloud –

a colour I want to call

purple –

into the clear light

between, now, the upper ridge

and a lower bank

where The Sun burns

Its way down, a molten sphere

into a bottom line of ocean islands

I want to call grey

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