joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: August, 2015

FOR CHAGALL

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am

I D-R-E-M-P-T

I was back

in Alphabet Land

— is It still called Alphabet Land?

on The Lower East Side

of Manhattan

over thirty years later

in a gentrified kitchen

tiny

as

My Own

ARMED & DANGEROUS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm

Armed with a blunted bread knife

clutched right-handed

I have baked My Last Cake

& am about to survive

outside My Kitchen Haven

deep inside the lands of dispute

& vocalization of the state

of Our Laws & Morality

Dignity & Human Endeavor

RISE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:40am

My Sea is made

of molten Gold

& I am living

to behold

The Greatest Treasure

known to man:

The Rise In Silver

by God’s Command

NIGHT LIGHT

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm

The Colour of Moonlight

fell on My Head

The Colour of Moonlight

made sure I was dead

inside My Mind

My Faith It was changed

to see My Self First

My Plans were arranged

to live out My Life

attached to One Sprite

That Light has stayed with Me

even @ Night

BLUE MONDAY*

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm

Today I wore a Parade of Gold

dangling medallions

& nugget rings

all for the cause

of making millions

out of the pockets

of few

*Turd Ferguson

BLACK & GOLD

The Hawk Deck 12:42pm

I Fed The Gulls

In My Signature Dress

in view of conscientious construction workers

& Fed My Husband

a bagel & cream cheese

while He Listened

to The Internet

HERE I COME!

The Hawk Deck 10:52am

As The World Crashes

Down Around Me

I Rise To Do

My Laundry

On This MOST Beautiful Day

Of Dis-cover-y

WHAT COLOUR MONDAY IS THIS?

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:02am

My Ocean is caught

in The Blinding Silver

or is that The Silver

to awaken

The World?

THE WRITING

The Hawk Living Room 5:04pm

My Coffee Table is laden

with The Puzzle

Flaming June

undone by My Doodles

Day into Night

left-handed hieroglyphics

each convoluted piece

notated

HUSBAND ON THE COUCH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm

Ours is a lazy house

after the departure of cheery house guests

I cannot get back to My Knitting —

napped with My Window way up

to the swoosh of the waves

& when I got up

checked the price of gold

& Silver