Sobey’s Parking Lot 5:oopm
I stood before
the fullish moon
hands of naked charm
I walked the lot
through the grocery door
My Version of Love
by the arm
Barrington Passage, NS 3:32pm
Today I saw My Name
in Lights
arrayed above
the grandiose machine
of Computerized Axial Tomography
Joanna Gilman Blair*
when One Technician asked about
The Middle Name
I thought He said
“Is that Your Real
Name?”
* My Mother named Me after Her Mother Josephine Meadow, and Anna Gilman Hill, American Horticulturist of Grey Gardens
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:34pm
Seeing M(EYE) Halo
I Killed A Flying Insect —
Was I Wrong Or Right?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:47am
When I paint My Staircase
glossy black
to lead up to My Canvas
titled “I Poured Out
My Black Heart”
I will be laying
the foundation
of sky on steps
to highlight the wafting
cat hair galaxies
stray stars
of dust
& every trace
of human
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:50pm
EYE will put M(EYE) Self
on The Edge of Calamity
handing out M(EYE) cans of soup
gathering up M(EYE) Gold of Humanity
counting up M(EYE) Alien Silver
& nay praying
for Our Ultimate
Collapse
of Faith
The Hawk Dining Room 9:44am
When I see The Silver
Light Light Light
on The Atlantic Shore
I know that I am
Safe Safe Safe
from early morning anxiety
involving letting Cats
in & out
Five Five Five
Times
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
When I saw
My Shower of Silver Lights
I saw The Figure of Christ
across from Me
I saw that Christ
was enmeshed
with The Light
& I cannot
be contained
I cannot be contained
I cannot
be contained
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:41am
Yesterday I was compelled to listen
to David Bowie’s
“I Am A Black Star”
EYE got creeped out
& then He
Died
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:05am
The Universe
is A Giant Kitty Box
with The Wild Stars
scattered on Our Floor
at The Foot of Our Basement Stairs
— The Cats Who use It
are God
& Those Who Clean It —
Christ
The Hawk Queen Bed, January 8,11:04pm
There’s a New God
On The Block —
She’s outdone, beaten up
The Old Guy
with Her Hair, Dark
in a bun — orange blossom
at Her Ear —
She sits on My Right Shoulder
& tells Me with Her Voice So Dear:
“You Know The Meaning of Life
So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 