My Bedroom 7:25am
The Call of The Wild Willet
All the way from Jordan Bay
Reaches out to me
Through the covers
The Clouds
While I lie in my bed
Alone with a cat
And coffee
I have prepared
Myself
The Hawk Corner Room 6:30am
Futuristic CONSTRUCT
meshed within ancient wood
remains envisioned
Caught
forever until complete
until consummation
upon M(eye) Island of Soul
upon M(eye) Cliffside of Existence
chaining M(eye) Partner of Mind
2 Body replete
The Hawk Deck 6:20am
The Scraggly Apple is glinting
in the early morning sun —
It is a half dead tree full
of rainbows —
Eye sea It glisten
without M(eye) glasses on
and so lay down contentment
for The Day
of M(eye) Dawn
M(eye) Bedroom
7:43pm
If ever Eye sea
a drop of blood
on The White Breast
of M(eye) Gully
Eye WILL be turned
to kill
& so goeth
War
June 14 2017 Shelburne, NS 7:11am
Last night I listened
And I listened —
to The Expression of a Social
Out Cast —
Boy could He move that Mike
against a backdrop
of fake disco lights
I danced for Him
& the rest of “Them” —
danced with the un-danceable
the infirm and the lonely.
I shook Their Hands.
The Hawk Kichen Outpost 4:57pm
It’s a hard way to win
with this incessant drive
under threat of life and limb —
I could never hold It differently–
I was meant to strive
for All My Worth
and Our Worth
of Silver —
Mankind
over gold
for
G-O-D
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:00am
Eye can “C” that view
in the morning haze
and love it
again
with its multitudinous islands
at low, prehistoric tides
Eye can absorb the new sun
against
The New Testament Baptist Church
and in the foreground
Eye can appreciate
an exotic pink cherry tree
in flower for the first time
M(eye) Bedroom 9:30pm
I traversed to close a shade
across the horrid shit I made
I swore to Me the dawn was best
I made a pact to sort the rest
I saw instead a patch of red
beyond the sky I now would dread
It caught Me tight
to keep the light
of new ignition
and now My Fight
M(eye) Hawk Bedroom 5:00pm
My Daughter hates My Signature
She is My Calling Card
conceived in My Mind
without the help
of That Father-figure
G-O-D
She is blond and fabulous
Working now for
Our Canadian Coast Guard
sleeping with Her Port Hole
one foot above the water
line
Joanna Gilman Hyde 