POWER 2

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17pm

I Am Writing

With My Black & Silver Pen

In A New Book

Of Black, Power

Black

Like The Hurricane

Approaching Tonight

From The Eastern Seaboard

Of The United States

I Sit In My Wrought Iron Chair

& See Only Fog

No 150 km/hr Gusts Yet

Spiralling Into Our House

But I Am Nervous:

Where Is Self Organizing Galaxy?

On The Minds

Of Thousands —

Soon To Be Millions?