The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
What Do I See
When I Close My Eyes?
I See The Mark
Of Infinity
Within The Swirling Masses
Of Colour, Sprayed Out
Overlapping
Lodged Forever
Behind My View
& In The Forefront
The Hawk Kitchen 8:00pm
I Am The White Jesus
Arms Held In
Across My Chest
In A White Sweatshirt
White Shorts
White Underwear
–
My Old Psychiatrist
Warned Me About
Dressing Like Christ
— I Can If I Want —
Especially In My Own
Kitchen
With A View
To The Neighbours’
With Their White
Car From The 50’s
In Their Back Yard
The Hawk Deck 4:48pm
I’ve Been Showered Upon
Hosed Down
Drunk My Own Pee
& Where Has It Gotten Me?
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I’ve Selected Eleven Poems
Of Mine
For A Cousin In Vermont
Yet Emily Dickinson
Sits Beside Me
Mostly Unread
–
Hunter Filed All My Poems
Today, Lining Them Up
With No Spaces Between
Making 594 Pages
–
What Will Ultimately Happen?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 