The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm
There’s a new notion of God
Afoot
It has to do with you
Whether you believe or not
The concept is rising
Through the crowds at night
It has to do with sex —
Did I say it right?
The Hawk Kitchen 4:40pm
Today I sat in The Brilliant Sun
With open door
Just for fun
I sat before a wall of brick
And no one came
To buy my trick
I soon got bored
And drove away
But not before
I vowed to sell
My soul off
To posterity
The Hawk Kitchen 4:11pm
No wonder Van Gogh
Cut off his ear!
I feel like cutting off
My left breast
And serving it up
To grace my supper
Of left-over
— You got it! —
Chicken breast
Sauteed in my husband’s
Favourite sauce
The Hawk Kitchen 3:00 pm
I have a meadow
Of my own design
Housing three deer
Of maturity
Their heads are bowed
Grazing the overgrown grass
Fog whisps around
Their golden brown
And the smattering of white
From the gazing daisies —
Oh! One is squatting to pee —
My Bedroom 8:00am
Eye wear two diamonds
Now — from two separate rings:
One is set in Silver Swirl
And One is set in Golden Eyes
In between Eye wear the Platinum
My Grandfather engraved to Jo
I believe He loved Her
He called Her “Hon”
And allowed Her Gardens
— Yes Gardens —
To Grow
My Bedroom 7:23am
He IS His Job
He IS His Skill
Is He a man?
He is a mouse
That Thrills
My Bedroom 6:05am
It comes down to this —
A measure of faith —
Faith in My Self
To ride over this state
To feel my advantage
When I look at my face
Not to bother with hate
Not to bother with hate
My Bedroom 5:22am
I have an adversary
In my head
Rather there
Than in my bed
He’s known to me
For twenty years
First as my doctor
He’s kept his career
It overlapped
Our marriage fair
And knocked me down
To a fighting deer
I WAKE today
To the birds I love
And hope and pray
For My Dove —
As for Him
The Doc of foe
There’ll be a book
Of naery a woe
My Bedroom 11:00pm
Once There Was A Doctor
Very set in his ways
He would prescribe for you
Bed rest for your days
Of feeling worse than shades of blue
So you would stay that way
To keep his grip
He’d hug you tight
To wish you well
Throughout your night
But all in all
It wasn’t worth the fight
He’d meander in
In the morning light
And manage nothing more
Than force your head to spin
One day this doctor chose a bride
He told her she was “honest”
She thought he was a rightly man
To alleviate her chronic
Pain but found herself
In him not tonic
Instead she found she had
No name
And sat around as best she could
To wash his clothes
Put away his books
This went on
For many a year
Until he slapped her
In the ear —
She woke to face him
Square head on
To battle out
Their dance
Till dawn
And still they dance
The dance of kicks
Each the other
To claim their licks
My Bedroom 10:22pm
I had a husband
He was bad
He made me angry
He made me sad
I tried to love him
Long ago
But then he saw me
With no clothes
He sees me now
In what I wear
From here to infinity
I do swear
I’ll take him down
He’s got nothing left
But my daughter
And he’s caused a rift
Between us now
And between his own
For the sake of Silver
He stole my crown
Joanna Gilman Hyde 