The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
Yes, It was MY Depression —
It wasn’t anybody else’s
yet It affected so many —
like My Mother’s Brain Tumour —
Yes, It was HER Tumour
but It affected so many —
and My Shower of Silver Lights —
Yes, It was MY Shower
It affected so many —
and Yes, It still does
The Hawk Deck 9:04am
Jimbo — the only thing that saved You
from Me
was Your homely visage —
the only thing that saved Me from You
was Your saying “Sleep
is going to be an issue
for the rest of Your life”
Well Here I Am
out on My Deck
in The Sun
with A Giant Quartz Crystal Ring
on My Right Middle Finger
sparkling across This Page
as I write with A Silver & Ebony Pen
from Birk’s
I AM GOD
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
I Am The Demonstrative Child
dancing naked in Her Babysitter’s living room
go ahead & look at Me
get stuff off Me
what I have to offer
is in My Mind
You can grab It —
The New Social Reform
but I put My Foot down
when The Song’s over
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm
The Polish has been subdued a little
off My Sparkling Day —
I am inside with the cool wind out
The Radio is on
I am drinking copious quantities of water
from My Glass Marked “LIFE”
–
1:25pm
The World can reach into My Heart
& pull out all The Hope It Needs
to get Us through this rough time
this transition from Gold to Silver
Day to Night
Sun to Moon
West to East
Man to Woman
Yes, take It all —
It’s free, right here
My Hope Lives
Where I Live
The Hawk Deck 10:06am
I Am Guarding My Ocean
I Am Watching For Birds
To Record Their Song
Accompanying Each Moment
Of Scenic Bliss
A Dog Barks, A Neighbour Calls
To Another
While I Sit
In My Red Deck Chair
Taking Stock
The Hawk Deck 9:17am
The Air Has Cleared Here
The Ocean Dazzles My Brain
I Am Up For The Morning
In What Feels Like Early Fall
I Am Leaving Behind
Every Past Anxiety
Looking Forward To The New Aerial View
Of This Planet
Upon Which
I Thankfully Reside
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
I am out of the literal
& metaphoric bed
of My First 52 Years
I have been shedding My 145 pounds
& am down to a proper 136
with two cups of tea
& half a banana left by Eliza
I have suffered a 24-hour fatigue
& wondered if I was not eating enough —
So What Will Become of My
Shredded Manuscript?
(need I remind You, My Audience,
that 2 copies may, with the Luck of God,
still exist)
& if They do not?
I must accept Their Loss
& shed Them as well
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:52pm
I Am The Silver Bullet
Circling This Globe
Spermatozoan
In My Femininity
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
I’ve come out
of Hyde-ing
in My Rose-Coloured Top
arms above My Head
holding up My Model Canvas
behind Me
like a stretched-out butterfly
“Artist On The Roof”
in lit-up red
with My Name
on The Plaza
of the Galactic
Pool
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
My Fame Will Be
This World’s
Freedom
–
When I Am Found Out
Inside & Out
We Will No Longer
Believe
In Schizophrenia
Bi-polar
& Other Multitudinous
“Psychiatric Illnesses”
–
Silver Will Sky-rocket
Gold Will
Linger In Its
Old-fashioned Luster
–
Man & Woman Will Live Together
Unrivalled
Joanna Gilman Hyde 