The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:17pm
I can write whatever I want
a privilege not held in all countries
there, where Women are struggling
while I sit in My Sea-side Outpost
wanting to give, will, Them The Power
I have
to fight the wars Their Men
have made
to fight the hunger of Their
babes
what can I do
but write
My Freedom
& hope It spreads?
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:25am
I have turned toward The East
with The Sun Behind
and The Moon Ahead
toward The Women Who Wear
Gold On Their Wrists
Silver In Their Hair
In Societies Where They Are Allowed
to put Personal Wealth
on display
in order to Hold It
The Hawk Basement approx. 10:00am
One Half Of Me Is Gold
— The Other Silver —
I Am The Bionic Woman
Watch Me Turn
Watch Me Switch
Can You Guess
Which Is Witch?
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:35am
Silver makes All The Difference —
It holds Reflected Light — You Can See
Your Self in Its gleaming surface
like The Moon
unrubbed It is neglected
stood upon It is sacred
–
Gold holds no such properties —
merely an internal glow
raging like The Sun
coveted by Men
–
We Are In The Silver Era
The Hawk Portico 2:10pm
I live in a spring-sung aviary
— it has no cage —
I sleep to the peepers
birds mark the day
they have no boundary
but the shore beyond
I live My Life in sustenance
long past the unsung
chapters I wrote
devoted to loss —
now I am here
with wings
as My Cross
The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am
There is a general assumption that men are intelligent
unless otherwise stated
whereas, with women, if a woman’s intelligence shows
She is deemed “an intelligent woman.”
The Hawk Library 5:22pm
Here is A Painting
I have followed all My Life
first at The Valley Cottage House
over the white mantle
then moved to a dark wall
of The Shakespeare House kitchen
Now, in Its mature glory
hung in Hunter’s New Library
where I can sit in Our Wing Chair
across from The Subtle Watercolour
of The Moon as unpainted paper —
Its reflection’s sparkle unpainted
and Its Luminosity
spread from inky cloud
to Hudson River Water Scape
with a 3-planked, 4-posted dock
bathed in silver
–
*Ernest Beverly Walden
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm
“Hey Jimbo — what colour
is My Underwear?”
“I have no idea –”
“Red, Jim — RED —
I’m Pro Life –”
“That’s good –”
“I have 2,311 views on Self Organizing Galaxy
— where I was white in the beginning
& black at the end –”
“What do You want Me to do?”
“There’s nothing You CAN do, Jim —
I’m angry
& American“
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Once & Once Only, I wore a teal-coloured dress
sashed red, scoop-necked
& lay My Head, neck arched, hair spread
back against the sunny rear
of the interior of an antique car
driven by A Young Man Named Tad
who looked at Me
in His Rear View Mirror
& didn’t run off the road
April 5th, The Hawk West Desk Window 10:50pm
Tonight I Hear The Peepers First
A Sound I Hold So Dear
Heralding My Spring To Me
Allaying All I Fear
Such As Death
So Near To Me
I Read Of Just That Fate
For One Guy F. Tozzoli In New York
Who Permitted Me To Paint
Joanna Gilman Hyde 