Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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THE MILKY WAY

The Hawk Portico 5:00pm

I Am A Galactic Citizen

spelled out on the bronze flyleaf

of My Diary — housed

within the confines

of outer and inner space

where nothing happens

with-which We are aware

except by Way

Of Human Ejaculation

At The End Of My Journal

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:34pm

My Famous Shower Of Lights

was not blinding

Its Radiant Spears

Snapped Me To Attention

and Made Me See

For An Eternity

GALACTIC CITIZEN*

The Hawk Kitchen 7:10pm

In The Briefest Moment

I Saw The Spiral

Of A Particle Of Dust

Against The Black Of My Cell Phone

And Suddenly Understood

The Necessity Of FORM

Before My Breath

Took It Away

*Robert David Steele

Open-Source Everything Manifesto

SILVER SKY

The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm

Oh How I Love

My Silver Sky

Layer Upon Layer

Of Molten Cloud

Out Over The Ocean —

But This Sky

Is So Great

The Ocean Acts

As A Liquid Foundation

To The Marvel Of The Heights

FROM A WOULD-BE ANTI-CHOICE PROTESTER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm

What would I say if faced

with a pregnant woman about to walk

into an abortion clinic?

“That Human You Carry

Comes From You —

To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part

Of Your Self”

UNPAINTED

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm

The Sky I Cannot Paint

For It Would Soak Its Way

Slowly From Pale Grey

Into Mottled Blue

Feathering At The Horizon

Encasing The Far Reaches Of Sea

And Off Shore Islands

Within A Veiled Hand

In Sickness and In Health

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:17pm

Let The Fever Wash

Over Me, Let The Passion

Dissolve Me In Bed

WARDROBES

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:53pm

Men wear the colours

of Honesty

Women wear any colour

any print

& get away with

Nearly Everything

CALL FROM PEAK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm

I’m Married To This House

& The Doctor & The Books

That Come With It

Even If My Son Peak

Settles Out West

We Can’t Move —

Where Would My Crow Painting

Go?

STAR DUST

The Hawk Deck 12:47pm

I see a slice

of The Universe

on the dark screen of My Cell

hit by The Sun

illuminating dust —

or am I giving too much

away?