The Hawk Queen Bed 8:20am
The Sky was beautiful
too intricately beautiful
to write about —
all I could do was look
at the heavy blue clouds
with faded mauve accents
and come upstairs
with Our Coffee
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Silver Line
IS
The Horizon
with illuminated clouds
above
The Sea Is Grey
& I am ready
to put the coffee
on
The Hawk Corner Room 9:30am
The Wash Of Cloud
Radiates My Silver
Along The Ocean Strip
It Moves Across
My Window View
Urging Me My Grip
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
Q: God, what has made You
appear in this time We are in?
–
A: I have been here all along —
yet I have revealed My Self through
The Light Of Silver
apparent only in the Dawning
Of The Dark.
–
Q: Do You feel We are entering
a period of Darkness?
–
A: Yes, We are already here.
–
Q: How do You see Us getting out?
–
A: When All Of Humanity
comes to the realization
that It, Humanity, is
The Collective Mind
of God — We will have begun
Our Exit from The Dark
into The Celebration
Of The Dark,
The Unknown.
–
Q: Are We entering a period of
The Unknown?
–
A: Yes, there too We are already in It.
–
Q: Do We need to turn to alien intelligence
to cope?
–
A: Nope. We have what It takes.
We must simply measure Our Minds of today
with those of the past.
We must look back
in order to see
Our Future.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm
I am racing the clock
against sun-damaged skin
counting My Wrinkles
stretching My Chin
My Legs still look good
but there’s heft to My Waist
I’ve got A Life yet to live
I’ll observe It in haste
The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am
“Everything’s going
all to Hell
very fast*”
yet I have
salmon pink clouds
turning to gold
*Dr W Hunter Blair
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
from Collective Soul:
“Live & Let Your Light
Shine Down”
or is that
“Heaven, Let Your Light
Shine Down”
on My Daughter
headed
for
Miami?
The Hawk Outpost 9:16am
The Striated Clouds
along The Horizon
streak gently like
a watercolour wash
with a glimmer of light
at the farthest reach
low — off line
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I sit in My Purple Robe
upon The Tomato-coloured Couch
I write for a living
I write to sustain My Self
Nothing Do I Hyde
I can be read
head to toe
& portend the future
I depict
line for line
in the journal stacks
stored in a giant Birk’s bag
in My Closet
The Hawk Queen Bed 3:10pm
My Love is unknowable
even to Me
It resides, untouched
in the fathoms
of My Mind
to be probed, one day
by Its Object
of
Humanity
