The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:05pm
I know what The Honour is
in being Doctor Blair’s Wife
for Nine Years today
Have I gotten over Our
less-than-perfect wedding
into the routine of laundry
& dinner
bedtime reading?
He holds My Left Wrist
& that’s when I love Him
The Hawk West Desk Window August 13, 2013 11:19pm
I no longer think of The Island
as the insular respite I shared each summer
— shared as a pair of stalwarts
as I did with My Mother —
I now think of the broad expanse
of Nova Scotia imperialized
by Its undulating shoreline
to The South
housing Me now
permanently
on an island
off an island
and beyond
The Hawk Living Room 5:15pm
I can let the axe fall
on anyone:
husband
mortgagee
friend —
but not child
for a child
I have all praise
and sympathy
children are growing
into falsehood
and where innocence remains
I have unconditional love
The Hawk Living Room 3:17pm
My Seething Insides
can be delved into
examined under glass
for the purpose
of Human Kind
I am One Example
of The Seven or more
Billion Specimens
here for the purpose
of knowing
Themselves
as They would know
God
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
Since I Named My Car
Gun Metal Grey
Let Me Write
Of The Varieties
Of That Colour —
First Off — Is It
A Colour?
Is It Simply Black Fused With White
Or Does It Have Substance
Like Fog?
Why Do I Feel Secure
In Garments Of Grey —
Grey Accessories —
A Grey Car
With A Tinge Of Blue
A Steely Blue
Like The Silver Bullet?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
My Life Is Great —
I’m Drinking A Labatt’s Blue
My New Car Is Out Front
An Iridescent Gun Metal Grey
I Can Drive With
Newly Installed Sirius
Set On 90’s On 9
What More Could A Girl
In Her Early 50’s
Possibly Want?
OH! I Forgot To Tell You
The Name:
Ford Fusion
The Action
Or Process Of Melting By Means Of Intense Heat;
The State of Fluidity As A Result
Of Being Heated
(Oxford English Dictionary 1993)
The Hawk Portico 4:45pm
I think when I get shot
the bullet will feel cold
at first
just under My Right Shoulder Blade
I will feel as if I got hit
with a board
I will slump down
out of shock
more-so than out of
pain
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
Yes, It was MY Depression —
It wasn’t anybody else’s
yet It affected so many —
like My Mother’s Brain Tumour —
Yes, It was HER Tumour
but It affected so many —
and My Shower of Silver Lights —
Yes, It was MY Shower
It affected so many —
and Yes, It still does
The Hawk Deck 9:04am
Jimbo — the only thing that saved You
from Me
was Your homely visage —
the only thing that saved Me from You
was Your saying “Sleep
is going to be an issue
for the rest of Your life”
Well Here I Am
out on My Deck
in The Sun
with A Giant Quartz Crystal Ring
on My Right Middle Finger
sparkling across This Page
as I write with A Silver & Ebony Pen
from Birk’s
I AM GOD
The Hawk Deck 2:05pm
Am I The Fluffy Beige Cat
Lounging On Her Deck
Or Am I The Strutting Grey Gull
Looking For A Hand-out?
2:15pm
Everything Is Magical
I Am In The Realm
Of Magic Realism
9:27pm
The Moon Is Up There
Gold Against The Backdrop
Of Teal Showing Off
The Planet Venus
Joanna Gilman Hyde 