The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:50pm
EYE will put M(EYE) Self
on The Edge of Calamity
handing out M(EYE) cans of soup
gathering up M(EYE) Gold of Humanity
counting up M(EYE) Alien Silver
& nay praying
for Our Ultimate
Collapse
of Faith
The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am
There’s a crack
in The Clouds
letting in The Golden Peach
Light of The Sun
above My Neighbour’s Rooftop
and as I write
The Gleam of The Orb
pushes through
to create an arc
on The Wall
to My Back
X — Miss Morning, The Hawk Guzzle 11:57am
EYE have walked to the ends
of The Earth —
well Canada anyway —
& found not
a pot of gold but
that of Silver & Coal —
Coal Black like
My Onyx Pen —
My Black Jesus underwear
My Painting on My Basement Floor
& The Flock of Crows
accompanying Me
along The Beach
where there’s a rock
I was intending to sit on
but the sand has shifted
so now The Guzzle
surrounds My Seat
& I can only look
at Its barnacles to get
My Bearings
& return along the liquid silver
of the waves
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm
EYE opened My Napping EYES
to a sky of Gold
to The Mapping of My World
plain as candy
spun sugar
held by little children
unguided
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
The Sun was Gold when I rose
making pink on Western clouds —
It’s Silver now so I’m told
by Its farthest reach
My Husband & I no longer look
at the precious metals chart —
We are waiting for the dire news
of a collapse in the money mart
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:24am
The Sun This Morning
is a milky Gold
radiating out
through My Cobwebbed Window
The Sea is sky blue
& still
with a couple
of fishing boats
decking The Horizon
Joanna Gilman Hyde 