The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm
They are The Nuns of The Night
putting on Their Alien Lamp
with a wave of A Purple Latex Glove
taking care of My Dentifrice
humming a Serena Ryder tune
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
The Hawk Basement 1:00pm
Last night I dreamt
of a Gorilla Woman
Who could not speak
being “cared for” by a man
Who had fathered two young girls
by another woman
and The Gorilla Woman
was Their Foster Mother —
first Her Face was a Gorilla Face
then She turned into An Old Human
wearing Old Lady Clothes
The Hawk Deck Rail 12:11pm
The Waves are loudest
just beyond The Scraggly Apple
I have prepared My House
for a deep thinker
& am ready to depart
for a trip
of No Expectations
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm
Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
knocked on My Side Door
while I was mopping upstairs
& tried to get Me
to believe in Satan
but I would have none of it:
“I give The Devil no credence”
They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible
for all the bad things?”
I said, “In part, but I believe
in The Reconciliation of Opposites”
“What’s That?”
I told Them I wanted to get back
to My Cleaning
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm
I Have Seen The Universe
Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print
Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat
In Eliza’s Shower
& When I Stepped Upon It
I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form
To Leave
A Mere Trace
Of Our Grandest
Design
The Hawk Deck 3:30pm
I’m breathing New Life
into Black
out on My Laundry Line:
a solitary long black sweater
— short sleeved —
$1.25 @ The Salvation Army
to go with My New Travelling Outfit
for Our Air Plane Ride
out to Vancouver
The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:55pm
I Am The Second Coming
I Can Come In My Multiplicity
I Can Spread My Name
& My Legs
Across This Great Wide World
I Can Take In All Erections
Ejections & Ejaculations
Of Mankind
& Make Everything New
For A Change
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm
I’ve seen another Galaxy
end-on in the crumb-laden
line of frosting off a piece
of Carrot Cake —
contained in a clear plastic box
I held
with My Barbie-Band-Aided fingers
from when I sliced My Left Index
& where Astro scratched
My Pinkie
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
In Memory Of All The Flies
Who Died When I Sprayed
Their Cranny
Over My Storm Door —
In Memory Of All Those
Times I Let You Out
Carefully Lowering The Glass Panel
On The Screen
To Ease You Down Without Harm —
I Have Had To Sweep Off
Your Carcasses
From My Step
& Hope I Never See Your Brothers
Joanna Gilman Hyde 