The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:15pm
will be emblazoned
with underlining of Red
A Black Exclamation Mark
with The Point
a star
of glitter
against a dripping Swamp Green
from paint
in M(EYE) Basement
Eliza’s Room 9:30pm
I re-lit the night light
in My Daughter’s Bathroom
merely by taking it out of its plug
which apparently wasn’t working —
when I put the plastic fixture back in
EYE had Light
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:22pm
After My Shower
I reached for A Star
floating mid-way
between My Cathedral Ceiling
& The Damnable Floor
I jumped with My Left Arm up
scared a cat
& missed
& had to resort
to the dust
mop
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:38am
I row to Trance Electronic
Trance Tremors Radio Stream
downstairs in My Exercise Room
& each time I finish one session:
5,000 metres
3,000 metres
2,000 metres
I pull My Self
along The Staircase
back up into
90’s On 9
Sirius XM
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:30pm
The murky sun of twilight
sets on My Sleep Deprivation —
I did row this morning,
My 10,000 Metres
but that was due to hype
more so than a proper night’s rest
& I hope as I have taken My Pills
two hours early
that I will resume
the normalcy
of sleep
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:50am
With The Halos of Sun
through My Lash Extensions
I see My Morning Row Complete
I see My Day full
of task tsk tsk
I will be forever
Young
The Hawk Kitchen: 9:59am
If Trump doesn’t make it
that won’t stop Me
EYE have a limitless Mind
& I will row
to M(EYE) Destiny
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:44am
This morning before work
My Husband Dr W. Hunter Blair
read an article in The Guardian
w/pic re: New York College Moves To Strip Gender Markings From All Bathrooms
Cooper Union students ripping
the Male/Female signs off
all the bathrooms
in deference to trans-gender students —
now where will the real
men and women go?
*saw a star for this poem
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:25pm
What happened to that
strident parader
with Her Raucous Laughter
& clapping hands
posing artiface
in Her Husband’s Face
calling up a game of chance
a guessing game
neither wanted to play?
What happened to Her High Blood Pressure
measured every half hour
four hours straight
to be knocked down
the next day spent
in Her Grey Bathrobe?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:36am
Yesterday I spent a solid
half hour binocularly focused
on a North American Flicker
scrabbling around in one spot
in Our Front Yard
near the driveway
where Hunter’s Secretary
was due to arrive
for a dinner date
She was a special guest
all right —
She drove in, in Her Husband’s Truck
and scared My Flicker away
She stood in Our Doorway
in all Her Glory
of lost 7o lbs
eyelash extensions —
a vision of red-crested delight
and boy was I focused
Joanna Gilman Hyde 