The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm
Where will I go
with My Halo
solidified in the frantic spinning
of a wind-blown insect
dangling off a disheveled spider web —
to give forth
The “Wake Up”
Call?
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06am
Oh how I want to knead
a double weave of lavender
& green —
I want so badly
to meld a shield
of diamond coloured star
in My Center
Oh how I want to paint
the emblematic Silver
of My Center
My Big Black X
so I could make a pair
to My Black Star
The Hawk Living Room 1:08pm
I just danced
to Daft Punk, One More Time
here in My Hawk Living Room
— the last time I danced
like I was from Outer Space
was during one month
in The Nova Scotia Hospital —
for Those Who don’t know
It’s The Province’s largest mental hospital
re-named The East Coast Forensic Unit
and of that month
I cannot recall a single day
but the day I arrived
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:38pm
Astropithicus is a stately cat —
He sits, shoulders high
above the top step
of My Deck in the evening
overcast by motley clouds
His Blackness is distinct
His Low-lidded Eyes are green
& look straight at Me
through the sliding glass door
The Hawk Kitchen 10:00am
Last Night I watched
A Crow sidling up
to some bread I had thrown
but before He got there
A Grackle came clucking around
& The Crow moved off
three steps back
to allow The Grackle
first peck
The Hawk Kitchen 8:13pm
I have A Magic Pendant
It is Black & White
I wear It always around My Neck
to let It clarify My Sight
My Brother had One
made of Silver
It was Our Mother’s
Oh How He Loved Her!
He dangled Its chain
& let It swing
to answer Yes one way
or No the other
He saw His Way
out of any dilemma
& told His Fortune
to His Gods
He struck a deal
with His Death
that He would be remembered
as a Man of Steel
safely stowed
in The Land of Nod
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
My be-decked Hand
My be-dazzled Right Hand
with The Question Mark Ring
strokes the black sleek fur
of My Beloved Pet
& shines out to The World
as A Hand of Self-worth
capability far-reaching
& prized for Its clarity
not only in what It wears
but what It commands
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:28pm
I swept up a dust pan of spacial matter
from around the kitty litter box
— it contained the mass
of unnameable stars
and never-ending debris from their creation —
into the depths
of a black hole
containing the mass
of twenty-two billion suns
The Hawk Corner Room, Halo Book
Seated In The Lotus
Position
I Feel A Man’s Tongue
Inside My Mouth
My Teeth Outline
His Length
His Motion
His Girth
Joanna Gilman Hyde 