The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm
“Hey Jimbo — what colour
is My Underwear?”
“I have no idea –”
“Red, Jim — RED —
I’m Pro Life –”
“That’s good –”
“I have 2,311 views on Self Organizing Galaxy
— where I was white in the beginning
& black at the end –”
“What do You want Me to do?”
“There’s nothing You CAN do, Jim —
I’m angry
& American“
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Once & Once Only, I wore a teal-coloured dress
sashed red, scoop-necked
& lay My Head, neck arched, hair spread
back against the sunny rear
of the interior of an antique car
driven by A Young Man Named Tad
who looked at Me
in His Rear View Mirror
& didn’t run off the road
April 5th, The Hawk West Desk Window 10:50pm
Tonight I Hear The Peepers First
A Sound I Hold So Dear
Heralding My Spring To Me
Allaying All I Fear
Such As Death
So Near To Me
I Read Of Just That Fate
For One Guy F. Tozzoli In New York
Who Permitted Me To Paint
Joanna Gilman Hyde 