My Corner Room 9:42am
There lies a massive ship
Embanked by the horizon
Between the grey of the sky
And the grey of the ocean
Held by the silver line —
The strip of its own proportion —
Eye couldn’t see it
Otherwise
Somewhere in my house 6:24am
Eye have been shot
Through the hips
Thigh
More than I care to remember
And now I must cry
Out for The Man
Who will bring M(eye) Face
Front & Center
Somewhere in my house 7:11am
Somewhere in the dead of night
Eye drempt of a woman with a penis
She was a comely thing —
Sitting in a beige office skirt
In someone’s kitchen
The morning after
Somewhere in my house 9:00pm
Eye have left him
In my wake
Awash in a pool
Of questioning
And will not call him names
Though I could —
Eye will not
Call
My Window Seat 7:05am
Now that Stratospheric Universe
Is framed by Its ancient
Necklace
Eye see The Painting
Through the eyes
Of the dead —
Those cherished
Who are no longer here —
My List?
My Grandparents
My Parents
My Brother
My Uncles
My Aunts
and Guy Tozzoli
Former Director
of The World Trade Center
Who used to call me
by My Last
Name
My Second Floor 7:42am
The tail end of hurricane Jose
Flipped the south east corner
Of STRATOSPHERIC UNIVERSE
And in the darkened wind
I dismantled the trapezoidal concrete blocks
Of my one-and-only flower bed
To reinforce the whole east side
And woke this morning to see
That my heroic effort
From the night before
Enhances the art
And so I will shop for more
Garden blocks
To carry out the remainder
Of my protective frame
September 19th, 2017
Eye am waiting for my agent
To call —
I pay him $150.00 an hour
American
He’s new —
Maybe I should
Marry him
My Bedroom 5:05pm
Eye come from The Age
Of Pharoahs
Dressed in Gold —
Golden mesh
Snagged @ The Thought
Of M(eye) incessant
Value
My Bedroom 4:00pm
Eye have toppled the WTC
Single-handedly
With my last application
Of black
Shining within the singularity
Of Stratospheric
Universe
The Hawk Corner Room 1:11 am
Light on light
I looked
Through binoculars
At the subtle moon
Shining on my watered horizon
And slowly — ever so slowly
My first sighting
Of a lit-up cruise ship
Fell into line
Joanna Gilman Hyde 