The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:10pm
I am seeing stars
for thoughts —
first a red one
telling Me to take My General Mills Letter
off the refrigerator —
then a silver one
in The TV Room
when I wondered
about My Bullet-proof Vest
But Oh! I cannot be wearing
My Black Bullet-proof Vest
around the house
as a fashion accessory
to go with My New Ring
(which I still don’t have!)
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:55pm
I have looked up
to see Orion
I have looked down
to see My Toes
painted Nordic Lights —
Tomorrow I get My Ring —
My Ring of Fire
bought with My Own Money
for I am That Child
Who must have Her Toys
& begs to be shown off
against Our Backdrop
of Disaster
The Hawk Kitchen 7:06pm
This 11th day of month 2:
Gold has achieved a three month rise
not met in thirty years
& I am celebrating
by taking My Spaghetti
out of The Oven
@ 10:22
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:40am
I Am The Black Angel
when I see My Halo
I shit on My Husband
castigating Him
until He loves Me
no longer
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”
when people sneeze!!!
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
Open This Door
Come Into My Delusion
You Are Welcome Here
With Me On A Mat
of Black Satin
Fuchsia Pillow Between
My Legs
Lay With Me
& I Will Tell You
My Life Story —
Oh How I Was A Child Once —
While We Both Smoke
Our Opium Haze
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:47am
When I paint My Staircase
glossy black
to lead up to My Canvas
titled “I Poured Out
My Black Heart”
I will be laying
the foundation
of sky on steps
to highlight the wafting
cat hair galaxies
stray stars
of dust
& every trace
of human
The Hawk Dining Room 9:44am
When I see The Silver
Light Light Light
on The Atlantic Shore
I know that I am
Safe Safe Safe
from early morning anxiety
involving letting Cats
in & out
Five Five Five
Times
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
When I saw
My Shower of Silver Lights
I saw The Figure of Christ
across from Me
I saw that Christ
was enmeshed
with The Light
& I cannot
be contained
I cannot be contained
I cannot
be contained
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:41am
Yesterday I was compelled to listen
to David Bowie’s
“I Am A Black Star”
EYE got creeped out
& then He
Died
Joanna Gilman Hyde 