DARK HAWK
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
saw Dark Hawk in flight
against My Turbulent Sky:
Survival Power
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The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
saw Dark Hawk in flight
against My Turbulent Sky:
Survival Power
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm
Trying to take a nap
with one Ativan
& My Doctor/Husband beside Me
I am in My Underwear
with snow squalls out Our window
— I don’t have My Glasses on —
everything’s all a blurb
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
This First New Year’s Eve
for My “of age” Daughter
saw Her donning black stockings
in the back of My Ford Fusion
& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)
in Italian pressed leather heels
from Her Mother’s 1984
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:56pm
My Big Black Cat Astro
is stretched out, asleep
on a black velveteen mat
with only 2/3 of His Tail showing
on one end
& His Resting Head
& 2 paws — 1 stretched out —
on the other
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:05pm
My Voice is My Calling
pulling Me forward
into What, at What
I’m not sure
but I am feeling
a Gut Reaction
to The State Of The World:
My Innards Are Awkward
& telling Me so
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:09pm
I have The Embodiment Of Physical Thought
periodically pulsating within Me, in My Gut
just below My Left Rib Cage
It calls My Attention
to whatever activity I am engaged in
— I feel It, The Embodiment, often —
The Thought It Carries
is always happy
It, The Pulsation, is The Tangibility
of Happiness
–
I am looking at A Star
— probably a planet —
and as The Star sets
behind black clouds
I summon It —
— The Sensation —
Happiness
The Hawk Kitchen 2:30pm
I Am The Mystic
Dressed In Green On Green
Silver Medallion On My Chest
Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring Off
to take out the trash
I Am The Spiritualist
I Am The Occultist
I Am The Seer
Writing With My Silver/Onyx Pen
Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring On
My Mother’s Random House Dictionary Of The English Language
Unabridged Edition Open
To “Myself”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:50pm
I am The Intellectual
sitting cross-legged on My Tomato-coloured Couch
drinking lemon-flavoured seltzer
from My Life Message Glass
–
I gaze from My Central Candle
to The Winter Window
& wonder when My “Good Morning, World!”
will enter every household
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:40pm
I am The Black Crow Lady
right fist clutching at My Heart
No More Supper For My Family
No Care As To Where The Food Comes From
Or Who Makes It
–
No More Ears For The Radio
only rain & sleet can calm Me now
–
No More quiet “Good Night”
I am about to yell out
a song so wild
You will wish Your Tinnitus
could consume You
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:18am
I am in A Black Mood
but there is Power in My Madness
for I can wield The Hand
of Time
I can carry out My Wish
of no sickness within the scope
of My Reality
I can make Black Magic
into Child’s Play
and conduct The Truth
through My Fingers
Joanna Gilman Hyde 