The Hawk Portico 4:15pm
Silver is not a barbaric relic
as Gold has been called
Silver as a standard of measurement
is tried & true
I may be worth millions
in a very short time
as I have bought into
The Sterling Which Fell On My Head
at a specific date
one sunny afternoon
over twenty years ago
& Which has been incubating
ever since
The Hawk Portico 9:22am
I am The Director Of My Universe
Oh, I am influenced
by outside factors
but deep inside Me
ultimately
I am My Own Guide
The Hawk Portico 9:11pm
I Am The Call
Of The Black Crow
Outside My Kitchen Deck
Insistent, Declarative
Hungry For Any Response
In The Awakening Distance
Of Our Waiting World
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11pm
The Voice, My Voice
which emanates from
My Sordid Black Box
is The Strident Voice Of Command
laying out facts
straight on a platter
not as an offering
but with the insistence
that You take
what I dish out
not as punishment
but to quell the notion
of an ideal world
for Our World is The Real World
dark & defiant
crawling with Human Beings
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:22pm
What if I could wipe out
all religions
in one fell swoop
but leave God intact?
What is My Vision of God —
a little leprechaun
or a giant pink cloud
or, cutting through that hokiness —
is My Vision
of The Guttural Voice
— not a vision at all —
but My Voice when I speak
standing within the confines
of My Black Box?
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:03am
I’ll never tire
of picking up Galaxies
of dust & cat hair
inside My House
My Right Hand is The Perfect Tool
& The Waste Basket
The Perfect Receptacle
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am
My God is not The God
of honey & sunshine
butterflies & beetles —
My God is The God
of 9/11
Hard-hitting & Hard-core
The God of The Dark
through Which railing against
We find Our Heart-felt
Heart-beating Meaning
of Life
The Hawk West Desk Window September 9, 2013 10:39pm
God Is A Device
Created In My Own Mind
The Hawk Family Room 9:11am
I am seeing ahead of My Self
to The Time Of Linkage
between The Black Crow
hanging in My Living Room
floating on My TV Screen
veiled over by The Shroud
of My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting
titled Self Organizing Galaxy
Joanna Gilman Hyde 