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My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm
I ain’t playin’
when I see that Brinks
armoured truck runnin’ grey along
the front windows of Sobey’s
I ain’t playin’
when I feel a surge in My Heart
when I see them bullet-proof men
stagin’ them bags of money —
I gots Mine –
I’m safe
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 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 Dining Room 1:11pm
EYE have just seen
the most extraordinary thing
against M(EYE) Dining Room
window pane EYE saw
Two House FL(EYE)S
apparently mating
& when They separated
One remained & pulsated
a penis?
& extruded a spot of clear serum
upon the glass
EYE had just cleaned
this morning
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:22pm
Lime-green bug
in Your See-thru wings
when first I saw Your Underside
You were pale yellow
against My Window —
what r u trying to tell Me?
I went outside
to touch You very carefully —
You took to My Hand
& flew
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
Armed with a blunted bread knife
clutched right-handed
I have baked My Last Cake
& am about to survive
outside My Kitchen Haven
deep inside the lands of dispute
& vocalization of the state
of Our Laws & Morality
Dignity & Human Endeavor
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
The Colour of Moonlight
fell on My Head
The Colour of Moonlight
made sure I was dead
inside My Mind
My Faith It was changed
to see My Self First
My Plans were arranged
to live out My Life
attached to One Sprite
That Light has stayed with Me
even @ Night
Joanna Gilman Hyde 