The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
Rudy Link’s Head was cushioned
on My Stomach
as I lay on My Side
of Dr Blair’s Bed
I was attending to
Rudy’s Hair & Face
the way
I tend to Hunter’s
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:47pm
While I wait for the UPS Man
My Studio/Kitchen is all ready:
I’ve got the sculpture’s foundation
in the form of a cut glass
upside-down sandwich plate
secured to a non-slip
hot-pink place mat —
My Two Sets of sculpture tools
are lined up against the splash board
I have three pounds of plasticine
to start with — to use sparingly
until My Extra Order comes —
I have the photograph
of Rudy’s Head
taped to My Tea Cupboard
& a close-up of His Eyes & Nose
attached to the tile
above My Dishwasher.
This is all to take place on the counter top
of My Dish Washer
where I will begin My Work
just as soon as the Styrofoam
Head
Arrives
NOTE: The attitude of the head is tilted up, so I plan to be
lopping off a good portion of the Styrofoam neck at a pre-determined angle.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:52am
The Sea is black today
against a clouded sun
& I am supposed to get My Armature
to begin the sculpture
of a man who
refuses to die
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
When The Signing of My World Trade Center Painting
was to be on the news in New York
Channel 11, WPIX @ 11 o’clock
I was to watch It
in My Eagerness
with two friends
in someone’s loft apartment
but by the time It aired
one friend had gone
to the bathroom
& the other had gone
out for cigarettes
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:30pm
Eye see the blush of sky
over The Atlantic
w/ The Moon above
the deer’s abandoned carrots —
the cats are out
& the deer are below
packed in the scrub spruce —
oh! Eye see one, two, three
down in the bog
camouflaged
contemplating a return
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:45am
Against The Backdrop of Africa
I stood to walk in a circle
of Black Women
reaching out to Me
— They had never seen a white baby
before —
& against the backdrop of fishermen
I clomped in My Black Fisherman’s Boots
up the pavement
of The Sandy Point Fish Wharf
to drive My Mother’s parked
VW Square Back
back down to the Molly already unloaded —
the men had never seen
a girl from New York
arriving each summer
departing for school in the fall —
against the backdrop
of art school intellectualism
I stood out for My Big Ideas
going after The Top
falling in love
with The President of Cooper Union —
& marrying instead My Ticket
to Nova Scotia — having My 2.4
Children
with .4 ending up depicted
as a 3D red blotch
hanging in My Hawk Living Room
& now married to The Famous Dr Blair —
against the backdrop of Cape Sable Island
on the most southern tip of Atlantic Canada
I have become The Famous Artist
living in Nova Scotia —
a fish out of water
in Her Element
The Hawk Corner Room 6:42am
EYE See Dawn
aqua & flushed skin tones
hovering over the water
with shore lights still on:
EYE have a Big Day today
waking at the crack of It
to take The Magnificent Head
to Lunenburg to see
if It can be cast
in Silver
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:45pm
I’ve done enough
of sweeping up galaxies —
it’s an endless task
organizing, compiling known particles
of cat hair, cat food crumbs
specks of kitty litter, the occasional claw point
not to mention Heaven’s Dust
heavy in My House —
“Out Damn Spot!”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
Say A Prayer For Gold!
One straight line up
is not enough
to carry Us out
of Our Doldrums —
Cry Out For Gold
taking Silver in Its Hand
shimmering, glimmering
like The Head
of Donald J. Trump
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm
When I was in Grade Five
at The Sandy Point Consolidated School
there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl
who told Us of Her Mother calling
a certain kind of cloud cover
“Mackerel Sky” for
the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks
of the fish I knew so well
from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets
in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”
in butter served with lemon and parsley
Joanna Gilman Hyde 