If You’re a poet
and You kill Yourself
no one will appreciate
Your Work
the way You would have
wanted.
If You’re an artist
and You cut off Your Ear
people will call You
insane.
The Hawk Corner Room approx. 1:40pm
EYE have held
The Most Precious
of Life’s Juice
in M(EYE) Left Palm
& IT was The Colour
of Today’s First Snow
in Antioch Illinois
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:22pm
My Husband names Me
“Artist In Residence”
and here I am
with My Cherry Slippers
and pen in hand
fabricating heads
and learning how to knit
drinking de-caf with cream
and thanking God
(and My Mother)
on My Knees
The Hawk Kitchen 7:00pm
I See The Sphere
Of Our Universe
Swirling In Countless Forms
Of Loose Fat Globules
Inside A Big Black Frying Pan:
Hamburger Grease
And Tap Water
Don’t Mix —
They Create
Joanna Gilman Hyde 