The Hawk West Desk Window 9:50am
Yesterday I threw away
My Silver Voodoo Star Man
an Object I had told My Self
was My Most Precious Possession —
well — The Sea possesses
Him Now —
The Silver of Him
is consumed
by The Majesty
of The Glinting Ocean
behind
My
Eyes
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
Not even charging black dogs
could hold Me back
from The Offered Rose braced
against the sea shore stones
to let Me throw out
into the foaming tide
the detritus of My Mother’s Death
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
Today I threw
My Heart away
The One conceived in The Night
& woken to in The Light
of Silver
That Heart was haunting
Me
for 2 decades
of seething
red & black
futility
Now
there is no other
Heart
but
My
Cardiac
Organ
keeping
Me
ALIVE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:20pm
Now that I have reclaimed
the True Force of My Vision
I do not mean to keep it to My Self
I do not think I am capable
of keeping It
to My Self
My intention is to share It
with Whomever
so desires
to know
Its
P
o
i
n
t
s
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
My Shower of Silver Lights
goes untainted
to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER
than It ever was
before
It’s Mine
ALL MINE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22am
I Bring Black Into White Light
I Look Deep Into Black
to See The Night Sky
To See The Light of The Stars
Against Black
I Am Pro Black
I Am Pro Life
I Dress In Black
with Red Underwear
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15am
I Am A Bird In A Cage
not the green & red Sam
when I was a Child
I Am A Single Green & Red Love Bird
unnamed
Whose Mate Has Died
as My Mother was afraid He would
The Hawk Kitchen 5:30
He can’t get Me
if I’m wearing Black
He made Me lie on The Tomato-coloured Couch
in My Grey Bathrobe
all afternoon on one Ativan & one Wellbutrin
— Hunter’s recommendation —
He can’t get Me
now that I’ve changed
though I still see Him
behind My Eyes
I count The Years, The Double Decades
He has infiltrated My Life
I cannot allow My Self
to fall
to fail
I Will Keep Wearing Black
The Hawk Kitchen 11:15pm
I just saw that Buzzard Bird again
surveying My back yard
just as I was thinking I will never
go out to the island again
wondering why I have lost My appetite
sitting by the radio
in My grey bathrobe
I am indispensable
I need care
Joanna Gilman Hyde 