The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55pm
We are alive
and growing
from clay tracks
to veins of red and white cells
interlacing
Our bedrock cities
with electric towers
lit-up zones
We can be detected
when The Sun is behind Us
and when anybody feels
like looking
The Hawk Kitchen 9:44am
Silver Greets Me
From The Earth And Sky
The Clouds Are Laced
With Watery Striation
The Ocean Is Streaked
With My Favourite Light
I Am Safely Stationed
In My Morning Place
The Hawk Window Seat 2:44pm
I Took My Shower
@ 2:22
I Was in There
For Untold Minutes, Hours, Days
I Am Still There
Rubbing My Eyes
Like A Child
Who Sees The Spray
Of The Universe
The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm
Please allow Me to explain
everything
in Galactic Terms —
if We are integrating with Aliens
it is mutually beneficial —
Yes, The Egyptians were convinced
of an afterlife
as I am convinced of God —
if the existence of Aliens
disputes the existence of God
I say No — We can and do
have both
No Brainer
(quotation marks implied)
24/7
Ego
From the get go
Scenario
From day 1
Life is a journey
There ya go!
Climate change
Issue
Live in the moment
It’s all good!
You can’t have everything
Ya get what ya pay for
Nobody’s perfect
Inappropriate behaviour
Up the yin yang
Ya can’t take it with you!
Yeah (as a filler)
Bitch
On the same page
Step up to the plate
You have a lot on your plate
Between a rock and a hard place
Enjoy!
Agro
Good energy
On board
If I win the lottery
Wake up call
Irk
Irksome
Live & learn
Mind set (though I use it)
Down time
Melt down
Jus’ sayin
It is what it is
Get your head around
Heads up
Stepping stone
Team player
There are two sides to every story
Win – win
Been there, done that
Bought the T-shirt
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The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Tonight I saw a Nebula
of cat hair against a mat
black by the front door
with a Crescent Moon
of shedded cat claw
among the detritus of outdoors
tracked in
and as I contemplated from above
My Spectacle of Space
a fat cat came along
and sat
and sat
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm
The nightly ointment applied
to My Doctor-Husband’s legs
has conditioned My Hands
ready for work
I will now delve into the guts
of Humanity
The Innards of The World
I will knowingly dirty My Hands
when I said I never would
serve God — I would serve
only My Self —
I have seen The Meaning of Life
and It is brazen and brash
as The Sun
and It is My Dark Haired Angel
God of My Creation
sitting on My Right Shoulder
declaring in Her Melodious Voice
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep…”
I will go now not to sleep
but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands
laden with the protective balm of Her Words
to absolve the recesses of My Skin
of any fatal impurity
and pummel My New-born Fists
into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child
Joanna Gilman Hyde 