CLEANING FLUID
The Hawk TV Room 12:05pm
I Sprayed An Arm
Of The Galaxy
Across A Glass Table
Nobody Saw It
But Me
The Hawk TV Room 12:05pm
I Sprayed An Arm
Of The Galaxy
Across A Glass Table
Nobody Saw It
But Me
The Hawk Outpost 8:45am
Moving in and out
between The Clouds
My Silver Sun
greets Me through The Mist
and says Hello to The World
illuminating
My Silver Sea
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris
onto The Shores Of The New World —
in My Wake are carried The Multitudes
in My Reach The Hands Of Men
I’ve known, and will know
as I live My Life-long Pursuit
across That Breadth Of Existence
to which I have been birthed
The Hawk Portico 5:00pm
I Am A Galactic Citizen
spelled out on the bronze flyleaf
of My Diary — housed
within the confines
of outer and inner space
where nothing happens
with-which We are aware
except by Way
Of Human Ejaculation
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:34pm
My Famous Shower Of Lights
was not blinding
Its Radiant Spears
Snapped Me To Attention
and Made Me See
For An Eternity
The Hawk Kitchen 7:10pm
In The Briefest Moment
I Saw The Spiral
Of A Particle Of Dust
Against The Black Of My Cell Phone
And Suddenly Understood
The Necessity Of FORM
Before My Breath
Took It Away
–
*Robert David Steele
Open-Source Everything Manifesto
November 2nd, 2011 The Hawk
5:57 pm
WE LEAVE OUR PRINCESSES
We leave our Princesses
trapped in Their Towers
no matter what F. Scott Fitzgerald said
to His Wife-to-Be
ninety-one years ago
I am still Towered
but not scared – only mad
deciding not to invite
the few friends I have
to see My Castle
on The Sea Shore
with My Husband @ work
while I lie on The Couch
Joanna Hyde
November 2nd, 2011 The Hawk
5:57 pm
WE LEAVE OUR PRINCESSES
We leave our Princesses
trapped in Their Towers
no matter what F. Scott Fitzgerald said
to His Wife-to-Be
ninety-one years ago
I am still Towered
but not scared – only mad
deciding not to invite
the few friends I have
to see My Castle
on The Sea Shore
with My Husband @ work
while I lie on The Couch
Joanna Hyde
November 3rd, 2011 The Hawk
9:11 am
“You’re Going To Write & Take Care of This House”
I will be Under – stood
as I Stand within “the Mists of Time”
as The Houses sit with skirting mist
wafting off The Frost
hovering below The Tree Line
Joanna Hyde
I see The Silver out there
in lateral striations over The Ocean —
It must be apprehended, reigned in
not just by Me – through Me
Let Me Look @ It Again
when The Silver first came
in The Shower of Lights
I was stultified, stupefied
forced to call on Christ
now I see It Here
in My Life’s surroundings
so Christ must call
on Me
Joanna Hyde
November 3rd, 2011 The Hawk 11:33 am