The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
Not even charging black dogs
could hold Me back
from The Offered Rose braced
against the sea shore stones
to let Me throw out
into the foaming tide
the detritus of My Mother’s Death
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
Today I threw
My Heart away
The One conceived in The Night
& woken to in The Light
of Silver
That Heart was haunting
Me
for 2 decades
of seething
red & black
futility
Now
there is no other
Heart
but
My
Cardiac
Organ
keeping
Me
ALIVE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:20pm
Now that I have reclaimed
the True Force of My Vision
I do not mean to keep it to My Self
I do not think I am capable
of keeping It
to My Self
My intention is to share It
with Whomever
so desires
to know
Its
P
o
i
n
t
s
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
My Shower of Silver Lights
goes untainted
to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER
than It ever was
before
It’s Mine
ALL MINE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22am
I Bring Black Into White Light
I Look Deep Into Black
to See The Night Sky
To See The Light of The Stars
Against Black
I Am Pro Black
I Am Pro Life
I Dress In Black
with Red Underwear
The Hawk Kitchen 5:30
He can’t get Me
if I’m wearing Black
He made Me lie on The Tomato-coloured Couch
in My Grey Bathrobe
all afternoon on one Ativan & one Wellbutrin
— Hunter’s recommendation —
He can’t get Me
now that I’ve changed
though I still see Him
behind My Eyes
I count The Years, The Double Decades
He has infiltrated My Life
I cannot allow My Self
to fall
to fail
I Will Keep Wearing Black
The Hawk Kitchen 11:15pm
I just saw that Buzzard Bird again
surveying My back yard
just as I was thinking I will never
go out to the island again
wondering why I have lost My appetite
sitting by the radio
in My grey bathrobe
I am indispensable
I need care
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:22pm
That was My Mother
Who made Me get out
from under the pink hospital sheet
all 111 pounds of Me
to ask The Nurse On Night Shift
to get Me something to eat
“We don’t normally do this,” She said
as I toasted, buttered and ate
six pieces of bread
The Hawk Kitchen 6:35pm
Mother, It’s You
My Kitchen Witch
hanging above The Kitchen Phone
for the first time
since moving to The Hawk
It’s Your Caricature
drawn by Hardy Bulbs ’66
“The Perennial Phlox At Home”
I would have been Five
when Your Surrounding Book Titles
were dreamt up:
Flames of Passion
My Life & Loves — Frank Harris
Forever Amber
Passion & Greed (A Cookbook) Farmer
Lady Loverly’s Chatter
Slang Dictionary
The Passionate Lips
Hungry Hill
Fanny Hill
Candy (& How To Make It)
Naked Lunch (Cookbook)
The Lustful Heart
Passion’s Slave
Lustful Lips
The floral stockings You were wearing
I remember
You were My Great Mother
& I Am Proud
To Be Your Daughter
Joanna Gilman Hyde 