The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm
I See The Light
Glinting Off
That Christmas Ocean
Silver In Its Force
Radiating Through Our Southern Window
Blanketing The Bed
Of My Sleeping Husband
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
I will not light a candle —
I will light a candle
for The World
to resurrect Its State
of Giving
to Foster The Feat
of Humanity’s Beginnings
We must cry out
for Our Selves
for more than just Our Families
We must cry out
and act
for Our Place
in The Line
of Evolution
The Hawk Kitchen 5:34pm
I’ve spilled a galactic cluster
of flour
against My darkened kitchen floor:
too precious an accident
to sweep up
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm
Dressed in My Silver Robe
I have Windexed My Dining Room
Table
to lay My Self out
drawn & quartered
for The Sake Of Humanity —
I was born out of Desolation, Depression
Death
to arrive at This Juncture
between the last Two Thousand Years
& the next
The Hawk Kitchen 1:10pm
My Voice Is Signalling Me
To Write Of The Abomination
That Is Christmas:
How Can I Devour
The Little Children’s Innocence
When They Hear Of Santa
Coming Down A Vaginal Chimney
When They Hear The Living Lie
Of That Baby Jesus
Immaculately Conceived?
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:00pm
My Daughter was born
into a pool of water
and lifted up
like Venus Rising
with a beauty from another world
Eliza’s Out Now
at a drinking party
showing off reindeer sweaters:
She’s in one from Me
and Her Boyfriend’s in one
knitted by My Mother
for Her High School Sweetheart
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm
Our Dry Skin Is
The Star Dust Of Our House
The Cats’ Dander Too
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:09pm
I have The Embodiment Of Physical Thought
periodically pulsating within Me, in My Gut
just below My Left Rib Cage
It calls My Attention
to whatever activity I am engaged in
— I feel It, The Embodiment, often —
The Thought It Carries
is always happy
It, The Pulsation, is The Tangibility
of Happiness
–
I am looking at A Star
— probably a planet —
and as The Star sets
behind black clouds
I summon It —
— The Sensation —
Happiness
The Hawk Kitchen 2:30pm
I Am The Mystic
Dressed In Green On Green
Silver Medallion On My Chest
Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring Off
to take out the trash
I Am The Spiritualist
I Am The Occultist
I Am The Seer
Writing With My Silver/Onyx Pen
Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring On
My Mother’s Random House Dictionary Of The English Language
Unabridged Edition Open
To “Myself”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 