The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:11am
Standing firm in My Mrs Blair
grey sweat suit
from LL Bean
I order My Silver
watching The Shimmering Sea
and wearing no rings —
My Hands are naked
for the induction
of M(EYE) PROPHECY
New Year’s Day 2012 The Hawk
I am The Silver Christ
Grey if you like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites
I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance —
I will fortify You
with Your Own
What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World —
would You allow Me
to become a Child again —
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?
Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver —
Dazzling Grey —
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?
I’m sitting on My Neutral Sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You —
to My Left
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:33pm
EYE stood in the doorway
of My Hawk Living Room
and watched a magical wisp of conglomerated
cat hair
float down
into the light
of My Open Palm
and in that moment
I held The Power
of The Universe
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:46am
I am convinced
that God is Woman —
the more I clean My House
or try to —
the more galaxies I create
the more black holes I fill
& the more germs
rather than eliminate
I choose to live with —
I am convinced
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 Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”
when people sneeze!!!
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 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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 