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
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
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
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
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”
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
The Hawk Queen Bed 3:17pm
Let The Fever Wash
Over Me, Let The Passion
Dissolve Me In Bed
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:53pm
Men wear the colours
of Honesty
–
Women wear any colour
any print
& get away with
Nearly Everything
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?
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?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 