The Hawk Deck 10:40am
I Am A Model
Human Being
I Choose My Clothes Wisely
paying careful attention
to Colours
to The Significance of Jewellery
–
I go prepared
With Time On My Hands
into any Social
or Political
Situation
–
I Stand For Righteousness
Fair Treatment
& Reverence
for
Human Life
–
I Am A Model
of
My Existence
The Hawk Kitchen 8:00pm
I Am The White Jesus
Arms Held In
Across My Chest
In A White Sweatshirt
White Shorts
White Underwear
–
My Old Psychiatrist
Warned Me About
Dressing Like Christ
— I Can If I Want —
Especially In My Own
Kitchen
With A View
To The Neighbours’
With Their White
Car From The 50’s
In Their Back Yard
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:50
My Humanity
is most most (sic) precious
possession
— I may get shot
for holding on to My
SELF
at the expense
of God —
God can fry
But Not I
The Hawk Portico 10:22pm
My Guess Is That Cats
Worry The Birds
At Nesting Time
Much Like Predatory Governments
The World Over
Disturb The Population
Of People Trying
To Make A Living
(And I Don’t Mean To Paint Cats Black)
The Hawk Portico 1:33pm
My Silver Spears, Swords
have armed Me
against the upheaval
of The World Economy
against The Super Bugs
of Hospital Rooms
& They have enabled Me
to sing out Their Praises
in The Enclosure
of My
Edge
The Hawk Kitchen 9:15pm
I See A World
in the misty coatings
of My Glass Table Top
out on the evening deck —
I see gradations
of condensation
spelling out layers
of murky growth
surrounding the beginnings
of a smattering of continents
in The East
& a blurred
wash of fog
in The West
Barrington Passage 3:50pm
My Private God
is Public Now
ANYBODY CAN SEE HER —
The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman
with An Orange Blossom
at Her Left Ear
She came to Me
after a fight with The Big Guy
Who was trying to get Me
to serve Him:
I declared to Him
“I will not serve God —
I will NOT — I will
serve only My Self!”
& then I realized I was
THE MOST SELF-ISH PERSON
IN THE WORLD —
to be called to serve God
& to REFUSE
only to serve My Self?
And that’s when My Own God appeared —
Her Beautiful Dark Head
protruded from My Right Shoulder
as if I had two heads
She spoke the most melodious words
I had ever heard —
ANYBODY CAN HEAR HER:
“You know The Meaning Of Life
and so You are a Star,
so go to sleep”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm
Once there was a little girl
whose mother died from a brain tumour
& the little girl didn’t sleep for four days
On the fourth day, March 31st 1993
the little girl looked for a sign
that she was going to be al-right
& the phone rang —
a nurse from the hospital was calling
to see if the little girl was al-right
& when the little girl said:
“DoDo, I Don’t Know How I Am”
The Nurse said She Would Come Right Over
The Little Girl hung up the phone
& went into Her Mother’s Kitchen
(but She doesn’t remember why)
whereupon She was struck
with the realization of an all-knowing
all-seeing Presence
She didn’t know what had just happened
so She went back to the daybed
where She had been trying to sleep
& as She sat, was sitting
The Cathedral Ceiling above
suddenly filled with Silver Streaks
of Light
Showering Down Upon Her
as She Cried Out
“Oh My God!
OH MY GOD!
OH MY GOD!”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 