The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
Rudy Link’s Head was cushioned
on My Stomach
as I lay on My Side
of Dr Blair’s Bed
I was attending to
Rudy’s Hair & Face
the way
I tend to Hunter’s
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:47pm
While I wait for the UPS Man
My Studio/Kitchen is all ready:
I’ve got the sculpture’s foundation
in the form of a cut glass
upside-down sandwich plate
secured to a non-slip
hot-pink place mat —
My Two Sets of sculpture tools
are lined up against the splash board
I have three pounds of plasticine
to start with — to use sparingly
until My Extra Order comes —
I have the photograph
of Rudy’s Head
taped to My Tea Cupboard
& a close-up of His Eyes & Nose
attached to the tile
above My Dishwasher.
This is all to take place on the counter top
of My Dish Washer
where I will begin My Work
just as soon as the Styrofoam
Head
Arrives
NOTE: The attitude of the head is tilted up, so I plan to be
lopping off a good portion of the Styrofoam neck at a pre-determined angle.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:52am
The Sea is black today
against a clouded sun
& I am supposed to get My Armature
to begin the sculpture
of a man who
refuses to die
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:30pm
Eye see the blush of sky
over The Atlantic
w/ The Moon above
the deer’s abandoned carrots —
the cats are out
& the deer are below
packed in the scrub spruce —
oh! Eye see one, two, three
down in the bog
camouflaged
contemplating a return
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:45am
Against The Backdrop of Africa
I stood to walk in a circle
of Black Women
reaching out to Me
— They had never seen a white baby
before —
& against the backdrop of fishermen
I clomped in My Black Fisherman’s Boots
up the pavement
of The Sandy Point Fish Wharf
to drive My Mother’s parked
VW Square Back
back down to the Molly already unloaded —
the men had never seen
a girl from New York
arriving each summer
departing for school in the fall —
against the backdrop
of art school intellectualism
I stood out for My Big Ideas
going after The Top
falling in love
with The President of Cooper Union —
& marrying instead My Ticket
to Nova Scotia — having My 2.4
Children
with .4 ending up depicted
as a 3D red blotch
hanging in My Hawk Living Room
& now married to The Famous Dr Blair —
against the backdrop of Cape Sable Island
on the most southern tip of Atlantic Canada
I have become The Famous Artist
living in Nova Scotia —
a fish out of water
in Her Element
The Hawk Corner Room 6:42am
EYE See Dawn
aqua & flushed skin tones
hovering over the water
with shore lights still on:
EYE have a Big Day today
waking at the crack of It
to take The Magnificent Head
to Lunenburg to see
if It can be cast
in Silver
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:45pm
I’ve done enough
of sweeping up galaxies —
it’s an endless task
organizing, compiling known particles
of cat hair, cat food crumbs
specks of kitty litter, the occasional claw point
not to mention Heaven’s Dust
heavy in My House —
“Out Damn Spot!”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
Say A Prayer For Gold!
One straight line up
is not enough
to carry Us out
of Our Doldrums —
Cry Out For Gold
taking Silver in Its Hand
shimmering, glimmering
like The Head
of Donald J. Trump
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm
When I was in Grade Five
at The Sandy Point Consolidated School
there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl
who told Us of Her Mother calling
a certain kind of cloud cover
“Mackerel Sky” for
the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks
of the fish I knew so well
from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets
in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”
in butter served with lemon and parsley
The Hawk Exercise Room: 10:11am
EYE catch The Sun
in My Foetal Pulsating Fingers
as I hold up My Left Leg backwards
My Right Hand comes forward
illuminated and red
Joanna Gilman Hyde 