HE’S A STAR MAN!
The Hawk Shower 10:22am
Oh My God
He’s A Star Man
He’s A Star Man
Oh My God
Oh My God
He’s A Star Man!
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The Hawk Queen Bed 2:22pm
In Bed in lavish purple
bedding & robe & calico cat
window open to the spring
I sit This Afternoon
with My Worn Out Husband
on the remnants
of a stomach bug, He & I
reading financial reports
off His Nexus Tablet
& planning how He can keep
working, rowing
& feeding the cats
The Hawk Family Room 4:52pm
I Have A Message
fuelled by One Blonde Beer
sitting in A Brown Leather Swivel Chair
looking South Out A Double Window —
My Husband lists the unavailability
of Silver
by domestic bullion dealers
My Message Is: Gather Your Wits
buy what You can of Grain
& Gold
& hold onto Your Children, Your House
Your Guiding Beliefs
let not the government
break down Your Door
The Hawk Living Room 3:15pm
Here, take This Silver-bricked
Highway
out to Your Island
take Your Golden-haired Daughter
out to Her Corral
take Your Silver-haired Husband
out of His Office
fly Your Little Man
over the scrub spruce
out to Your Paradisical Beach
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:34pm
My Master Plan is to be The Star
Super like no other
so that all I touch will turn to Silver
& all I own to Gold
I will dress My Self as I do now
with careful thought & pride
& live upon My Cans of Soup
My Flame Flung Far & Wide
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:25am
I have turned toward The East
with The Sun Behind
and The Moon Ahead
toward The Women Who Wear
Gold On Their Wrists
Silver In Their Hair
In Societies Where They Are Allowed
to put Personal Wealth
on display
in order to Hold It
The Hawk Basement approx. 10:00am
One Half Of Me Is Gold
— The Other Silver —
I Am The Bionic Woman
Watch Me Turn
Watch Me Switch
Can You Guess
Which Is Witch?
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:35am
Silver makes All The Difference —
It holds Reflected Light — You Can See
Your Self in Its gleaming surface
like The Moon
unrubbed It is neglected
stood upon It is sacred
–
Gold holds no such properties —
merely an internal glow
raging like The Sun
coveted by Men
–
We Are In The Silver Era
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:21pm
I wonder if I can wring out
a poem about A Sky
I didn’t see
Oh — I saw The Front of It
with Its opulent Gold
hiding the sun —
but the back of It went uninspected
& only later to be imagined
with Its pale pinks, lavender
& clouds of thinning Silver
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:12am
The Only Remnants
of My Black Possessions
are This Journal, My Pen
My Black Cat Astro
& One Pair of Jet Bead Earrings
Given To Me
By My Mother
Joanna Gilman Hyde 