The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:59am
Silver on The Water
Silver in The Sky
The Thermometer is low
The End is (nearly*) Nigh
–
I am wide awake
The Coffee Pot is on
I have My House full of guests
ungrateful for The Dawn
*redundancy
The Hawk Exercise Room 11:11am
Silver Crashes Down On My Head
Silver Flashes Out Between My Legs
I Am Strong
I Am Woman
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28pm
“Hi Joanna — what U doin’ Today?”
“Imma Usherin’ in The New Age.”
“The New Age of What?”
“The New Age of Silver –what else?”
“How U doin’ that?”
“With how I deck My Body
& how I deck My Mind.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“My Mind is My Body
& My Jewels are My Accent.”
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am
I draw a blank
when I try to remember
My Dreams —
but The One I’m living out
is with Me
Forever
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
Spread out before Me
is My Unmade Bed
covered in rubbery white
against spills —
I see The Hairs of Life
embedded as the Theory
of Strings & Galaxies
against Our Backdrop
of Infinity
The Hawk Dining Room 1:11pm
EYE have just seen
the most extraordinary thing
against M(EYE) Dining Room
window pane EYE saw
Two House FL(EYE)S
apparently mating
& when They separated
One remained & pulsated
a penis?
& extruded a spot of clear serum
upon the glass
EYE had just cleaned
this morning
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:47pm
Tonight I see A Nebula
on My Darkened Dinner Plate
It lays within
The Buttery Juice
of My Fish —
The Breadcrumbs are
The Stars
& The Milky Sauce
is My Temporary
Universe
The Hawk Deck 1:16pm
The Hedgerow Rustles
Like The Waves —
Each Swoosh Swooosh
Sinks Into Me
& I Soak Up The Agent
Of My Life
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
Armed with a blunted bread knife
clutched right-handed
I have baked My Last Cake
& am about to survive
outside My Kitchen Haven
deep inside the lands of dispute
& vocalization of the state
of Our Laws & Morality
Dignity & Human Endeavor
Joanna Gilman Hyde 