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 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 Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
Hanging above My Front Door
is a sign
a command which reads:
“VIVRE”
a word I take to heart
for I have nearly died
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm
The House Fly I cupped
in My Right Hand
and released beyond
My Front Door
knows My Scent
and carries It with Him
into Reality
June 15, 2014 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:53am
I have carried My Body
through These 22 Years
first shuffling, now striding
poised in readiness
for any meeting
haphazard or planned
to jump to new heights
landing Who Knows Where
or Why?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
I stare across
to My Neighbour’s Canadian Flag
stretched out & shivering
in the gusts
I feel My Veins quickening
& know too hard
The Eye is self-trained
to soak in The Flickering
& feed It to The Blood
June 8, The Hawk Living Room 10:00pm
I’ve Caught The Moon
In My Living Room Sky Light
Arriving
Through This Late
And Early
Evening
I See Its Thin Beam
Shining Down To Our Balcony
Through The Spindles
Defining Shadows
Of The Luminous Streaks
Of My Age
The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
I Am The Warrior In Grey
My Broad Shoulders
Rising From
My Silver Gown
I Am Ready To Fight
For The Permanent Existence
Of Humankind
On This Planet
& anywhere
else
* Linkin Park
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
Who gave Me This Life
where I can write
poetry all day
& look out the windows —
Who gave Me This Place
filled with birds
& house dust
lint balls I don’t have
to examine to see
They’re nothing more
than Galaxies —
Who gave Me This Start
out of the ebb
of hospitalizations
straddled between
two husbands, a dead mother
& The Love Of A Puny Man
I somehow see
as Heroic?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 