The Hawk Kitchen 7:56pm
Imma takin my dollies
an goin’ home.
Dere infiltrators messin wid my blog
& I don’ like it.
Dey gi’ me d’ creeps —
Dey readin’ my stuff
settin’ up fake blogs
gettin’ me to write mo’ stuff
I mad.
I’s goin’ home.
The Hawk Kitchen 1:42pm
I’m starting to get
generic-looking blog sites
visiting Me
with content
which seems tailored
to attract Me specifically —
at first I responded
but now
I’M BACKING OFF
–
Is this happening to anyone else?
The Hawk Kitchen 5:57pm
I am in self-imposed Lock-down
in My Own Kitchen
listening to peepers
to The West
and The Ocean —
can I go outside
to hear It?
I hear only those tiny frogs
which provide Me
with such joy
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I was trying to re-write an excerpt
from My Shredded Manuscript
but I failed.
It was about
The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ
thrown by Me
The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —
where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne
(the plane, not Me)
flying into earlier and earlier time zones
appearing at the head of the plane
naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport
and The Whole World would be invited
but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.
I failed
to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend
regardless of the weather
but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept
the invitation
Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept
because they cover their woman at all times
and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.
The rest of the world would be offended
by The Muslim Countries not going, so
MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen
and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:09am
I stood as The Child
stooped slightly
with My Left Hand on My Belly
My Right behind My Back
My Head turned to The Left
“These are My Socks
My Watch
My Room, My Radio
It’s My World
— leave My World Alone”
The Hawk Kitchen 7:34am
When I Drink My Water
I Am Drinking The Sky
When I Eat My Fruit
I Am Eating Primordial Earth
When I Smell My Coffee
I Am At Home
When I Am Awake
So Too Is The World
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:35pm
In One of My Countless Psychiatric Interviews
I was Once Asked The Question:
“What does the saying
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
mean?”
I rose from My Chair
to find My Self Exclaiming
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
until The Psychiatrist
Doctor Appavoo
(I called Him Doctor Apple Voodoo)
had to shut Me up
Joanna Gilman Hyde 