Port Clyde, NS 4:18pm
secured on My Left Hand
by the diamonds of My Current
Husband
I am in the middle
on My Right I’m decked
by the self-bought bands of My Spiritual
Lover
and today I have spoken to
My First Husband
The Father Of My 2.4 Children
after He appeared in This Morning’s
Dream
just before
I woke up
The Hawk Kitchen: 9:59am
If Trump doesn’t make it
that won’t stop Me
EYE have a limitless Mind
& I will row
to M(EYE) Destiny
The Hawk Living Room 8:30pm
The Time has Come
to write of My Floor
My Platform of The Universe
laid out like a sea
The Foundation of My Living Room –
I come downstairs
seeing It from above
to pick up stray galaxies
of cat hair bundles
— maybe only one or two —
along the vast expanse
of My Extreme Meanderings
The Hawk Kitchen 7:06pm
This 11th day of month 2:
Gold has achieved a three month rise
not met in thirty years
& I am celebrating
by taking My Spaghetti
out of The Oven
@ 10:22
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm
Oh Hair Grow
when I inhale the fur
of My Big Black Astro
Oh Hair when I cut You off
22 years ago
how could I have known
I would have the love for You
that I do now?
You would be My Greatest Comfort —
I will gleefully brush You
braid You, pin You decoratively
care for You with balsamic solutions —
every follicle I own on My Head
please be rejuvenated and never
turn back to the darkness
of severity of Truth —
I want to live My Dream
& My Dream is You flying,
whipping Your Golden Fabrication
around My Shoulders
protecting Me as a mantel
of Hope & Love
for This World
of Happiness
We need so badly
The Hawk TV Room 2:30pm
“I Poured Out My Black Heart”
is not to be hung.
Instead It is rolled up
& stored away in the basement
behind the bowsprit of My Mother’s boat.
I am no longer reminded
of Its Glittering “D”
& have moved into My Gracious Future
without Him.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:10am
He is a kind of poison
embedded in My Heart
if He were away from Me
I could do My Art
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:31am
I have built a fortress
out of fuchsia and black
to live within My Religion’s
confines
I will not step out
of My Cloister
I will reside
in My Nunnery
& thirst
until I die
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:35am
’twas The Life
of My Daughter
including Her Gestation
22 Years
held within the spell
of religious fervour
(or should that be fever?)
over the spectacle of a man
Yes, I’ll say it —
a scrawny man
a leprechaun
Who, I thought, spawned
the only magic
in My Life
and His
and now I don’t know
where He’s gone
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
Open This Door
Come Into My Delusion
You Are Welcome Here
With Me On A Mat
of Black Satin
Fuchsia Pillow Between
My Legs
Lay With Me
& I Will Tell You
My Life Story —
Oh How I Was A Child Once —
While We Both Smoke
Our Opium Haze
Joanna Gilman Hyde 