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 3:32pm
Seeing My Halo
I am wearing My Fuchsia Turtle-neck
which I have to take off carefully
so as not to squoosh
My False Eyelashes
when I take
M(EYE) Blood Pressure
every half-hour
— I suppose I could just take My Left Arm out —
Yes — that works —
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
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:55pm
What am I
without the love
of An Idea
rather than the man
embodying
It?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
My House is My Galaxy —
all the dust, stars
all the cat hairs
the filaments of life
It is lit up
by a future Sun
on the outskirts
of My Dream
& as I clean
I think of infinity
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:58pm
With the last of the lobster quiche
in Me
I muffled My Self
against the beach
to walk My Self
to The Guzzle —
when last I’d sat
upon its barnacled rock
the spread of surging flow
was at My Feet —
today that seat
marked The Guzzle Switch
unreachable
to the other side
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:37pm
What is The Significance
of seeing stars
when I bend over
My Kitchen Sink Mat
to pick It up
to shake outside
where the stars of day
cannot be seen?
The Hawk Hallway 8:00am
This Morning I see The Moon
two days from full
sitting in the western sky
setting into a band of pink
and farther into one of blue
She heralds My Day
with Her Emblem of Quietude
as I see Her move
ever so diagonally
below the wires
across My View
Joanna Gilman Hyde 