The Hawk Dining Room 9:44am
When I see The Silver
Light Light Light
on The Atlantic Shore
I know that I am
Safe Safe Safe
from early morning anxiety
involving letting Cats
in & out
Five Five Five
Times
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:05am
The Universe
is A Giant Kitty Box
with The Wild Stars
scattered on Our Floor
at The Foot of Our Basement Stairs
— The Cats Who use It
are God
& Those Who Clean It —
Christ
The Hawk Queen Bed, January 8,11:04pm
There’s a New God
On The Block —
She’s outdone, beaten up
The Old Guy
with Her Hair, Dark
in a bun — orange blossom
at Her Ear —
She sits on My Right Shoulder
& tells Me with Her Voice So Dear:
“You Know The Meaning of Life
So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep”
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
This is The Year
I am no longer
The Second Coming of Christ —
instead, or along with —
EYE am An Artist
with The Spirit of Christ
allowing Me to Create
& Create & Create
& Create & Create
& Create
My Journal for statements
Tonight in My Bath
of necessity
I took out the purple
galaxies folding down around Me
& laid them on the edge
of The Universe
for safe-keeping
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 Hawk Dining Room 7:20am
The Sky is clear
but for a lateral
curling of cloud
grey & slanted toward the South
along My Ocean Horizon
The Hawk Living Room 5:10pm
EYE am wearing
My REAL Black Jesus Underpants
& EYE am writing with
a still-good Birks pen cartridge:
EYE have seen
the 3-Dimensionality
of M(EYE) obliterated abortion
heart
in the middle of M(EYE) Black Star
& EYE Still See It!!
The Hawk Basement Exercise Room 10:38am
On My C2 Rowing Machine
I breathe with My Mouth
Open
I breathe in The Air
from The Basement Window
Cracked —
I breathe in The Air
of Nova Scotia
& I don’t even care
if The Roof of My Mouth
goes dry
The Hawk Kitchen 5:06pm
EYE have A Star
on M(EYE) Kitchen Floor
— I will not sweep It up!
I will let It twinkle
@ M(EYE) Feet
& Love The Domain
Eye see beneath
Joanna Gilman Hyde 