The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28pm
“Hi Joanna — what U doin’ Today?”
“Imma Usherin’ in The New Age.”
“The New Age of What?”
“The New Age of Silver –what else?”
“How U doin’ that?”
“With how I deck My Body
& how I deck My Mind.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“My Mind is My Body
& My Jewels are My Accent.”
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:11am
The Jay boasts The Song
of My Growing Up
in Valley Cottage, New York
where I played in woods
behind My House
& zoomed up a hill
from The Bus
after school
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:41pm
I am a Star Traveller
rigged out with My Silver Wrists
& stretch pants, grey —
I will fly with My Life’s Companion
& leave My Big Black Scare-dee Cat, Astro
behind —
so I’ll come
Home
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm
The White Man Came
upon Indian (Native) soil
& took possession
with trinkets & knives
& drink
from another land
to stake a claim
to the ruination
of Fundamental
Humanity
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am
I draw a blank
when I try to remember
My Dreams —
but The One I’m living out
is with Me
Forever
My political science professor says
to study philosophy is to learn to die.
Like the good pupil I am,
I experiment with stillness.
I slow my breathing until it stops completely,
my pulse growing softer and fainter,
a clock with a stalled tick.
I am Captain Hook’s crocodile,
a swallower of time.
It tastes metallic, I bite down,
then it tastes like blood in the mouth.
(Is this right?
Am I doing this right?)
Like an engine, I experiment with stopping and starting.
I move my fingers, one at a time, I twitch,
kicking in the coffin.
I listen to the dying voices outside my door
(they whisper like wind chimes on a breezeless day)
I listen to the dying music beneath my floor
(it climaxes and falters and sputters and dissipates)
I practice dying so that one day, when I meet God,
He will be impressed with the elegance…
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The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:22am
From My Kitchen Coffee Station
I can see an array
of stars
on My Outpost Window Screen
The Sun beams in
& as I approach the opening
the glinting droplets disappear
only to reveal
a spider
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
Spread out before Me
is My Unmade Bed
covered in rubbery white
against spills —
I see The Hairs of Life
embedded as the Theory
of Strings & Galaxies
against Our Backdrop
of Infinity
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:35pm
I laid a birthday card
for a friend
inside My Mother’s
Random House Dictionary
unabridged
between witch-elm
and woman of the street
to be found
possibly
when I’m dead
The Hawk Dining Room 1:11pm
EYE have just seen
the most extraordinary thing
against M(EYE) Dining Room
window pane EYE saw
Two House FL(EYE)S
apparently mating
& when They separated
One remained & pulsated
a penis?
& extruded a spot of clear serum
upon the glass
EYE had just cleaned
this morning
Joanna Gilman Hyde 