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The Hawk Deck 2:50pm
I am grown up now
the squawk of the Jay cannot lure
Me back —
when I speak in childish tones
it is to emphasize My Desire —
My Vision Of Black —
I Am A Figure Of Wonderment
& The World
must always
wonder
Notice to my readers:
has been named, with citation
for a New York Times article,
on the Wikipedia page for
Original Building
Thanks to blogger C. Chagall
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
I will wrap My Self
in fields of grey
& carry across My Life
a shield
to arm My Self
with all I pray
& treasure close
My Strength
to wield
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm
They are The Nuns of The Night
putting on Their Alien Lamp
with a wave of A Purple Latex Glove
taking care of My Dentifrice
humming a Serena Ryder tune
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
I stare across
to My Neighbour’s Canadian Flag
stretched out & shivering
in the gusts
I feel My Veins quickening
& know too hard
The Eye is self-trained
to soak in The Flickering
& feed It to The Blood
Joanna Gilman Hyde 