The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:50pm
EYE will put M(EYE) Self
on The Edge of Calamity
handing out M(EYE) cans of soup
gathering up M(EYE) Gold of Humanity
counting up M(EYE) Alien Silver
& nay praying
for Our Ultimate
Collapse
of Faith
The Hawk Living Room 12:50pm
When I see
My Portrait
in the glass of My Son’s shot
of The Ceiling Lights
in a Montreal subway station
I see The Rays coming
out of My Head
& I see M(EYE) X Miss Tree
in the shimmering distance
of The Tunnel
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
When I saw
My Shower of Silver Lights
I saw The Figure of Christ
across from Me
I saw that Christ
was enmeshed
with The Light
& I cannot
be contained
I cannot be contained
I cannot
be contained
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:41am
Yesterday I was compelled to listen
to David Bowie’s
“I Am A Black Star”
EYE got creeped out
& then He
Died
The Hawk Queen Bed, January 8,11:04pm
There’s a New God
On The Block —
She’s outdone, beaten up
The Old Guy
with Her Hair, Dark
in a bun — orange blossom
at Her Ear —
She sits on My Right Shoulder
& tells Me with Her Voice So Dear:
“You Know The Meaning of Life
So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
God has The Soul of Space
in which to play Her Hand
from Her Fingertips
She can spill & spread
Her Trillions & Trillions of Suns
to let the fertile Ones out —
Those very rare seeds
spawning new worlds
across the countless miles
of Grace
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
This is The Year
I am no longer
The Second Coming of Christ —
instead, or along with —
EYE am An Artist
with The Spirit of Christ
allowing Me to Create
& Create & Create
& Create & Create
& Create
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:52pm
There was a home-made house
once
built of stone
& piled-up floors
built by My Grand Father Bobby Hyde
& I as a child
called it “The Christmas House”
& asked My Mother
when were We going back
“To The Christmas House?”
& now I have My X-Miss Tree
still up
& being ogled
by people
Who call Me an artist
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:50am
EYE see a shadow
from a neighbour’s barn
with a patch of light
reflected from the picture window
of My Upper Storey —
Yeah, so what
You might say —
but to Me
The Vision
says It All
The Hawk First Window 11:20am
I have made M(EYE) Mark
against a brilliant wall
of grey
& if You want to know
where,
I’ll tell You:
in My New Exercise Room
AND UPON
OUR UNIVERSE
Joanna Gilman Hyde 