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The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:34pm
Seeing M(EYE) Halo
I Killed A Flying Insect —
Was I Wrong Or Right?
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The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:34pm
Seeing M(EYE) Halo
I Killed A Flying Insect —
Was I Wrong Or Right?
The Hawk Kitchen 5:09pm
After 22 years I might as well
admit to “having a mental illness”
yes — mental illness
with the name “Bi-polar” given to Me
by today’s very nice Doctor
from the Caribbean
— A Woman Who, taking thought, pronounced Me
“talented and complicated”
and smiled Her Very Nice Smile
and wrote out Her Prescription
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:55pm
The newness of snow
adheres to Our Scrub Spruce
now illuminated by a setting sun
The Sky is full
of clouds of grace
set too by the light
going deeper, fuller, bluer
over slate-grey
ocean
engulfed by clouds
of weight
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:47am
When I paint My Staircase
glossy black
to lead up to My Canvas
titled “I Poured Out
My Black Heart”
I will be laying
the foundation
of sky on steps
to highlight the wafting
cat hair galaxies
stray stars
of dust
& every trace
of human
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:50pm
EYE will put M(EYE) Self
on The Edge of Calamity
handing out M(EYE) cans of soup
gathering up M(EYE) Gold of Humanity
counting up M(EYE) Alien Silver
& nay praying
for Our Ultimate
Collapse
of Faith
The Hawk Dining Room 9:44am
When I see The Silver
Light Light Light
on The Atlantic Shore
I know that I am
Safe Safe Safe
from early morning anxiety
involving letting Cats
in & out
Five Five Five
Times
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
When I saw
My Shower of Silver Lights
I saw The Figure of Christ
across from Me
I saw that Christ
was enmeshed
with The Light
& I cannot
be contained
I cannot be contained
I cannot
be contained
The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am
There’s a crack
in The Clouds
letting in The Golden Peach
Light of The Sun
above My Neighbour’s Rooftop
and as I write
The Gleam of The Orb
pushes through
to create an arc
on The Wall
to My Back
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Sky separates
Its Self
at My Horizon Line —
raining wisps of snow
along Its downward edge
— sun breaks through
of course —
to drench the sea
in My Usual
Silver
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:41am
Yesterday I was compelled to listen
to David Bowie’s
“I Am A Black Star”
EYE got creeped out
& then He
Died
Joanna Gilman Hyde 