The Hawk Deck 10:40am
I Am A Model
Human Being
I Choose My Clothes Wisely
paying careful attention
to Colours
to The Significance of Jewellery
–
I go prepared
With Time On My Hands
into any Social
or Political
Situation
–
I Stand For Righteousness
Fair Treatment
& Reverence
for
Human Life
–
I Am A Model
of
My Existence
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
What Do I See
When I Close My Eyes?
I See The Mark
Of Infinity
Within The Swirling Masses
Of Colour, Sprayed Out
Overlapping
Lodged Forever
Behind My View
& In The Forefront
The Hawk Kitchen 8:00pm
I Am The White Jesus
Arms Held In
Across My Chest
In A White Sweatshirt
White Shorts
White Underwear
–
My Old Psychiatrist
Warned Me About
Dressing Like Christ
— I Can If I Want —
Especially In My Own
Kitchen
With A View
To The Neighbours’
With Their White
Car From The 50’s
In Their Back Yard
The Hawk Kitchen 9:30pm
I see A Universe
lurking in the bottom
of My Dirty Broiler Pan
–
Before I pour the steak juice
down the sink
let Me tell You what I see:
–
I see Suns, many many Suns
made from fat globules
some closer, some farther
in a wash of reddish
nebulae
in the upper left-hand corner
— the right side
holds residual stars
too numerous
to count
& soon to dissolve
in dish soap
& even after cleaning
The Pan Itself
reveals an infinite
dusting
of white matter
baked in
Its enamel
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:50
My Humanity
is most most (sic) precious
possession
— I may get shot
for holding on to My
SELF
at the expense
of God —
God can fry
But Not I
The Hawk Portico 10:22pm
My Guess Is That Cats
Worry The Birds
At Nesting Time
Much Like Predatory Governments
The World Over
Disturb The Population
Of People Trying
To Make A Living
(And I Don’t Mean To Paint Cats Black)
The Hawk Portico 1:33pm
My Silver Spears, Swords
have armed Me
against the upheaval
of The World Economy
against The Super Bugs
of Hospital Rooms
& They have enabled Me
to sing out Their Praises
in The Enclosure
of My
Edge
The Hawk Kitchen 9:15pm
I See A World
in the misty coatings
of My Glass Table Top
out on the evening deck —
I see gradations
of condensation
spelling out layers
of murky growth
surrounding the beginnings
of a smattering of continents
in The East
& a blurred
wash of fog
in The West
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm
I live in a place
where all the vehicles
are the colour of angels
& license plates signal Me
I’m wearing white shorts
& Silver jewellery
sitting on My Tomato-coloured Couch
listening to 90’s on 9
listening to the decade
of My hospitalizations
where I didn’t read
just wrote & talked
much like Now
except Now
I want to Live
Barrington Passage 3:50pm
My Private God
is Public Now
ANYBODY CAN SEE HER —
The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman
with An Orange Blossom
at Her Left Ear
She came to Me
after a fight with The Big Guy
Who was trying to get Me
to serve Him:
I declared to Him
“I will not serve God —
I will NOT — I will
serve only My Self!”
& then I realized I was
THE MOST SELF-ISH PERSON
IN THE WORLD —
to be called to serve God
& to REFUSE
only to serve My Self?
And that’s when My Own God appeared —
Her Beautiful Dark Head
protruded from My Right Shoulder
as if I had two heads
She spoke the most melodious words
I had ever heard —
ANYBODY CAN HEAR HER:
“You know The Meaning Of Life
and so You are a Star,
so go to sleep”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 