The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Today I wore a Parade of Gold
dangling medallions
& nugget rings
all for the cause
of making millions
out of the pockets
of few
*Turd Ferguson
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Hawk Deck 10:52am
As The World Crashes
Down Around Me
I Rise To Do
My Laundry
On This MOST Beautiful Day
Of Dis-cover-y
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:22pm
I found A Fly, dead
but He was Bottle Blue
too beautiful to throw outside
but I had to
I could not have Him
on display
on My Kitchen Window Sill
with My Blue Bottle
Pouring Sculpture
for which I paid
$180.00
or could I?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:38pm
I am going to be taught to knit
A Shield Of Honour
carried out by A Big Black X
across the length X width
with a reflective grey diamond
in the center
& A Red Eye
glaring out
like A Serpent’s
Pupil
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:13pm
legions of mosquitoes
have swarmed into the broken webbing
of yesterday
catching themselves, in some cases
one upon the other
still alive
& how I wonder
can their scrambling efforts be
for each other?
The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm
Where will I go
with My Halo
solidified in the frantic spinning
of a wind-blown insect
dangling off a disheveled spider web —
to give forth
The “Wake Up”
Call?
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
When I met Him I wore a doeskin dress
with beads around My Neck
I held My Bow and Arrows
out for Him to see
He touched the points
with His Little Fingers
and smiled strangely
while from His Pocket
of Spandex product
He produced a flat-screen
TV device and took a picture
of Me
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
We will travel to distant stars
to walk upon lands of other planets
We will taste food yet un-savoured
& dress in garb yet only dreamed of
We will swim in salted coves
salted by the sweat of billions
We will fly our mini star-packs
through the sea-clouds of air yet formed
We will dance along valleys
& surge forward into night
We will set Our Selves loose
to gallivant with Our New Found Friends
Our New Society Of People
like Us
with Whom We will play
with magical swords
forged from metals more precious
than gold
& with Whom We will die
momentarily
at The Hands
of Lovers Divine
Joanna Gilman Hyde 