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 Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm
I am seething to write
what a friend suggested I paint —
I cannot paint It
for It still moves
crashes
in fleeting streaks
all around Me
like the clatter
of shooting cameras
as some Superstar
emerges from a limousine
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
We will travel to distant stars
to walk upon lands of other planets
We will taste food yet un-savoured
& dress in garb yet only dreamed of
We will swim in salted coves
salted by the sweat of billions
We will fly our mini star-packs
through the sea-clouds of air yet formed
We will dance along valleys
& surge forward into night
We will set Our Selves loose
to gallivant with Our New Found Friends
Our New Society Of People
like Us
with Whom We will play
with magical swords
forged from metals more precious
than gold
& with Whom We will die
momentarily
at The Hands
of Lovers Divine
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:00am
Static Of The Sea
Wherein Does My Power Lie?
Static Of The Sea
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm
There’s enough white
pick-up trucks
to go around
to everyone
like Me
Who doesn’t make a wish
but feels
security
in the white
mobility
of man-made
design
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm
I take My Medication
to keep My Power in check
otherwise I would not sleep
& I would be powering all over
the house
& out into the yard at night
& God knows where —
I would be unstoppable
& I would have to get apprehended
by The Mounties and/or ambulance attendants
to wind up in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
where They would lock Me up
in the so-called “Therapeutic Quiet Room”
where I would pound & pound
& drum & drum on the steel door
until They came in & held Me
down
for an injection
against My Will —
It’s Black Power
of Which I Speak
The Hawk Window Seat 4:27pm
Today My Black Jesus
Outfit List
inadvertently, but with My Consent
went into The Hands
of A Young Man
in Whom I have My Faith
as An Artist
as A Writer
as A Person
as A Creator
I hope His Acquisition
finds Its Way
into His Future
Joanna Gilman Hyde 