MERRY CHRISTMAS
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
X — Miss Morning, The Hawk Guzzle 11:57am
EYE have walked to the ends
of The Earth —
well Canada anyway —
& found not
a pot of gold but
that of Silver & Coal —
Coal Black like
My Onyx Pen —
My Black Jesus underwear
My Painting on My Basement Floor
& The Flock of Crows
accompanying Me
along The Beach
where there’s a rock
I was intending to sit on
but the sand has shifted
so now The Guzzle
surrounds My Seat
& I can only look
at Its barnacles to get
My Bearings
& return along the liquid silver
of the waves