The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I have stood above
My Paintings
cascading colours
like Jackson Pollock
in a filthy studio
yet now I stand
Above The World
to write a message
not of hope
but of COMPASSION
for it is THAT HUMAN TRAIT
We lack
Which has turned Us
upside
down
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:03pm
My Power
Black Power
boils up in Me
at the drop of a line
in an instant
when I see kids smoking
or when I stand beside
a big black TV screen
& want to make it Silver
It boils up anywhere
anytime
& catches Me
& Anyone around Me
off guard
when My red blood cells
are called into overtime
when My Eyes take in
My surroundings
in an instant
I become strident
authoritative
under My Spell
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
It’s A Fine Time For Me
to write of The Religion For One
out here on My Pristine Deck
in The August Morning Sun —
What Can I Tell Of My View
Of The Self?
The Birds How They Cry
for broken hearts
& bombed civilians —
but wait —
NO ONE SHOULD GET BOMBED:
Ours Is An Earth
of exquisite beauty
& must not be marred
by hatred & distrust —
I Am Here To Settle Out
the chaos
To Re-organize
The Individual Mind
To See Out Its Full Potential
& Have It Believe
in Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 