The Hawk Queen Bed 10:40pm
We Lay In Our Beds
Flattened Against The Night
All Around One Half
Of The Globe
Only To Dream Of What Might
Happen
When We Raise
Our Selves
Up
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris
onto The Shores Of The New World —
in My Wake are carried The Multitudes
in My Reach The Hands Of Men
I’ve known, and will know
as I live My Life-long Pursuit
across That Breadth Of Existence
to which I have been birthed
The Hawk Portico 5:00pm
I Am A Galactic Citizen
spelled out on the bronze flyleaf
of My Diary — housed
within the confines
of outer and inner space
where nothing happens
with-which We are aware
except by Way
Of Human Ejaculation
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:34pm
My Famous Shower Of Lights
was not blinding
Its Radiant Spears
Snapped Me To Attention
and Made Me See
For An Eternity
The Hawk Kitchen 7:10pm
In The Briefest Moment
I Saw The Spiral
Of A Particle Of Dust
Against The Black Of My Cell Phone
And Suddenly Understood
The Necessity Of FORM
Before My Breath
Took It Away
–
*Robert David Steele
Open-Source Everything Manifesto
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm
What would I say if faced
with a pregnant woman about to walk
into an abortion clinic?
“That Human You Carry
Comes From You —
To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part
Of Your Self”
The Hawk Queen Bed 6:11pm
If I get sick
I want to be really sick
I register disappointment
with Our Ear Thermometer
being on Low Battery*
With every Flush of My Face
or Chill of My Limbs
I long to languish
in The Lap of Sympathy
throwing out requests
for tea
*I DO have a fever:
99 degrees F
H is sick too
but He doesn’t have a fever
Joanna Gilman Hyde 