The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
I Am The Warrior In Grey
My Broad Shoulders
Rising From
My Silver Gown
I Am Ready To Fight
For The Permanent Existence
Of Humankind
On This Planet
& anywhere
else
* Linkin Park
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:37pm
Am I feeding The Masses
pieces of Loaves & Fishes
in tiny bites
no prose —
only verse after verse
for ever-shortening attention spans?
The Hawk Portico 6:22pm
Today I Saw A Super Bug
Shaped Like A Mosquito
Only Several Times Bigger
— He Landed On Our Car Wind-shield
While My Husband
Attended To A Patient —
Transparent Wings Clapped Together
& Sparkled
As I Looked Up At Him Through The Glass
He Told Me
“I Am Alive
To Help
Humanity”
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm
I am seething to write
what a friend suggested I paint —
I cannot paint It
for It still moves
crashes
in fleeting streaks
all around Me
like the clatter
of shooting cameras
as some Superstar
emerges from a limousine
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:36am
The Silver Streaks, magnificent
are encapsulated
within My Mind
& I know They’re out there
on the water
& in The Grey Clouds, lateral
edged in white
I know The Silver Scape
is there
because I see It
though It shifts
on the horizon
I hold It
fixed
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm
If God Creates
The Universe
She Does It Every Night
She Spits Out Stars
Against Her Mirror Image
in an effort to floss
Her Identity
then brushes thoroughly
aggressively
Her Set Of Calcified Moons
to eject a frothing paste
down
into
the
sink
hole
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:30pm
I just made a bed
for The Procreation Of Humanity:
I spread out a dark brown bottom fitted sheet
and picked off The Galaxies
stuck there —
I overlaid the top sheet — dark purple
tucked it under the queen-size mattress
& filled the matching pillow cases
with very old pillows
The Comforter went over last —
old too because of the occupancy
of cats
Joanna Gilman Hyde 