The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:05pm
I have M(EYE) BODY
figured out —
after a blood red flood
(it was blood after-all)
I have the beginning of a star
in the center
& black drips adding action
along three of four sides
The Format is vertical
eleven feet high
The Star will be configured
according to
M(EYE) MIND
The Hawk Dining Room 1:14pm
Today I finished off
My Stew
like any good woman would —
It had no meat left
but I didn’t care —
I ate The Thick Broth
lovingly
and savoured The Turnips —
a vegetable about which
I have mixed feelings
The Hawk Kitchen Sink 5:02pm
Into a cauldron
of an old half gallon
of “Deliciously Hot 2E1-8 F122”
I stirred all the reds
& purples I had from years ago
diluted with several sour cream containers
of water:
old tubes of Dioxine Purple
Permanent Alizarian Crimson
Cadmium Red Hue
Permanent Magenta
Permanent Rose —
I was going for Blood
but what I got
is Female Genitalia
The Hawk Basement 10:34am
Last Night I had to roll
up My Aquatic Foliage
as I had signed it off
unsuitably for My Husband’s
viewer-ship
& so It lies
on My Basement Floor
ready to be saturated
with RAID
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:49pm
The Cry of The Gull
tells Me where I am
where I want to be
beside The Ocean
in a house I love
with cats I love
and A Husband
I am grateful for
in The Morning
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:15am
In the glittering light
of last night’s full moon
I signed My Painting
Aquatic Foliage
naked but for My
Most Expensive Earrings
My One Concession
to symbolism
I signed My Initials
& those of My True Love
in Silver Glitter
and so as the painting
is erected in the exercise room
I will be rowing
along side
its other-worldly
dimensions
*Gregory Mannarino, Financial Analyst and Doctor
The Hawk Portico 2:24pm
I see a single wave
break
periodically
out past the neighbours’
laundry lines —
I could time it
for You
but that would succeed
only
in winding down
the day
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:41am
The Ocean is calm
so still The Silver
drips in undulating
star form
drip, drip
drop
into My Eyes
and Face
I drink
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11pm
The Moon Is Gold
Sometimes
When It Rises
But Always Turns
To Silver
High In
The Sky
Eliza’s Room 6:47am
The Sun blankets one wall
before Me in Eliza’s room
It comes through the one window
shaded by a sheer curtain
stamped with purple carnations
I sit up in My Daughter’s Bed
to write of Silver in My Head
on My Mind
I am reaching out to My Ex’s Kind
My Children’s Grandmother et al
giving Them The Hard Sell
Joanna Gilman Hyde 