The Hawk Portico 3:33pm
A Woman takes over
Her House
decorates It
according to Her Taste
makes It warm
& comfortable
for deep thought
& contemplation
for Her Men
to step in
The Hawk Western Hallway 7:25pm
The Sun behind The Fog
is a gleaming disc of Gold
Clouds of Sea Mist
blow across
yet The Sun filters through
& tells Me
broadly
that My Shower Of Silver Lights
is My Ticket
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
My House is Asylum
My Hands offer Asylum
when placed upon
any body in pain
in fear
In My House, with My Hands
I can cast out
suffering
I can deliver
My Power
into The Hands
of Another
I have The Power
to Heal
I can Heal
My Friends
I can Heal My
Husbands
My Lovers
through
My Dead Brother
& The Deaths of
My Parents
I am Emboldened
I can Heal
This World
through My Art
& My Mind
I can Instruct
Nourish
Tone Down
Play Up
Send Every Body
Home
Tusket, NS 1:35pm
Women have been housed
in harems
insane asylums
in societies
They have been burned
drowned, beheaded
allowed to be disowned
by Their own families
& stoned
to death
The Hawk Deck 9:30am
Will My Poems Be
For A Later Time
When All We Have
Is The Future?
–
The Past Is Merely
In Our Minds —
Locked In Perhaps
Distorted —
–
But What Will My Poems Say
To New Generations
Who Will Perhaps
Think Like “Eye”?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm
I Am God
I Am The Only God
I Know
please do not punish Me
for what I think
I think with My Brain
with My Body
& It is the only
Brain & Body
I Know
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:11pm
Doctors & Nurses are The Stewards
of The Dying
& when The Dying finally
Die
The Dead get off easy
(as My Daughter said)
To My Devoted Followers:
My 1984 Rooftop Painting
At The Former World Trade Center In New York
Titled Self Organizing Galaxy
Can Be Seen In An Hour Long Video
Uploaded Onto YouTube
Three Years Ago
By My Friend Big Andre
& Has Reached 3,154 Views
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I have stood above
My Paintings
cascading colours
like Jackson Pollock
in a filthy studio
yet now I stand
Above The World
to write a message
not of hope
but of COMPASSION
for it is THAT HUMAN TRAIT
We lack
Which has turned Us
upside
down
Joanna Gilman Hyde 