The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:59am
Silver on The Water
Silver in The Sky
The Thermometer is low
The End is (nearly*) Nigh
–
I am wide awake
The Coffee Pot is on
I have My House full of guests
ungrateful for The Dawn
*redundancy
The Hawk Exercise Room 11:11am
Silver Crashes Down On My Head
Silver Flashes Out Between My Legs
I Am Strong
I Am Woman
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28pm
“Hi Joanna — what U doin’ Today?”
“Imma Usherin’ in The New Age.”
“The New Age of What?”
“The New Age of Silver –what else?”
“How U doin’ that?”
“With how I deck My Body
& how I deck My Mind.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“My Mind is My Body
& My Jewels are My Accent.”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:41pm
I am a Star Traveller
rigged out with My Silver Wrists
& stretch pants, grey —
I will fly with My Life’s Companion
& leave My Big Black Scare-dee Cat, Astro
behind —
so I’ll come
Home
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm
The White Man Came
upon Indian (Native) soil
& took possession
with trinkets & knives
& drink
from another land
to stake a claim
to the ruination
of Fundamental
Humanity
The Hawk TV Room 6:11pm
During The NYC September
of 1984
EYE painted
The Bull’s EYE
for Our Twin Towers
filmed by German Television —
when I mailed That Video
to My Father in Saudi Arabia
He never got It
I Believe M(EYE) Video Was Confiscated
by The Islamic Religious Police
Circulated Through Various Extremist Factions
inflamed by the overt display
of a beautiful Western Woman
with Long Blond Hair
doing & achieving such
A Public & Powerful Act —
I believe The Bombing
of February 1993 was instigated
by M(EYE) Painting
The Coup d’etat
is
Our Precious
9/11
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:06pm
I emerged dressed for a party
from The A Train
@ 110th Street
@night
& was blocked on the stairs
by a young punk
making hand signals
asking Me if I knew
where to get The A Train
I said, “You know perfectly well
where to get The A Train –”
but by then the crowd
was gone
I was back on the platform
two other muggers
approached from either side
I was caught
they demanded My Wallet
which was in a shoulder bag
I said, “What if I don’t give It to you?”
the thug from the stairs
pulled out a switch blade
I dug out My Purse —
the guy to My Left
took off My World Trade Center Watch
given to Me by My Mother
the guy to My Right looked
@ My Mother’s Silver Bangles
but didn’t take Them
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:39pm
I Sit In A Potion
Of Sea Salt
& Floating Insects
Waiting To Breathe
[My Life Is On Stilts]
The Hawk En Suit Bath 6:44pm
Remove The Crust
of Aeons’ Years —
Dispose of Your Treachery
into My Hallowed-out Hands —
within These Sinister Bubbles
I Reside to Exhume
The Blackest Blackness
of Faith Gone Awry
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:11pm
I wore White in The Beginning
Black @ The End
I wear Silver & Gold
& Grey Today
as I have come
This Far to state
The Reconciliation of Opposites
where East
meets
West
in This Epic Collision
of Feminine Power
Joanna Gilman Hyde 