The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:15pm
I saw a black-headed Grackle
atop My Scraggly Apple
as I put together
a shepherd’s pie
and stopped
to watch
His Darkness
against The Sky
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting
still EXISTS
albeit underground
in two unwieldy bundles
somewhere within the confines
of The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
where I grew up
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:37am
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Fog
I see the murky Silver
of sky and sea
I see The Price
of Gigantic Bars
fluctuating on
My Computer
Screen
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:49am
While putting back the layers
of My Clothes
on the back of My Chair
I found A Green Star
laid against the back
of My Mrs Blair Sweat Suit Top
— A Christmas Tree Star?
How in God’s Name
did It come into view?
Into My Star Box It Goes
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:51am
EYE just hit
22 minutes & 22 seconds
on M(EYE) C2
& have come up
to The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
to see M(EYE) Sea
struck in Silver
YAY!!!
Eliza’s Bathroom 12:34pm
EYE walk a Trail of Stars
mostly black —
from The Utility Room
to M(EYE) Concept 2 —
EYE straddle It
now that It is clean
and the floor
of M(EYE) Domain
is sacred
The Hawk Basement 9:46am
M(EYE) Basement Floor
is galactic
I stand above
its stainage
of red & green
with excess sparkles
as The Stars —
trillions of Stars —
EYE couldn’t sweep
Them all up
Friday The 13th, The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:47am
What does The Silver Sun
tell Me Today?
What does The Moth
I set free say?
Along with being a pro-active opponant
of The World’s Largest
Global Financial Scam
in Human History
I am enmeshed, idealistically
in The Biggest Love Story
in Human History
Joanna Gilman Hyde 