The Hawk Queen Bed 9:52pm
If I were to paint
a picture of My Self
what colour would I use
to start? Yellow, please
as I see Me in a room
of Gold
with Purple Rings
under My Eyes
as I see Them sag
into disproportion
I would put Chartreuse
upon My Fallen Lids
stark Black for Brows
still arched
My Two Left Moles
would be three-dimensional
& My Lips, cracked slightly
with age lines
would be a Lurid Red
maybe smearing across
The Right Side
Of My Face
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
I have painted
The Sacred Heart
The Bon Jovi Heart
The Broken Heart
of My Third Child
–
I have painted
The Silver Lights
of My Black Star
violent
immovable
immortalized
beyond Me
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
I have succeeded
in painting out
The Shower Of Silver Lights
They will stream forth
from the wall above
My Tomato-coloured Couch
& They Will Be Divine
The Hawk Portico 12:15pm
There is Power in My Writing
It is not just Black
in Black’s simplicity
My Writing is All Colours
It is Alarm-bell Red for Stopping
It is Blue for Breathing
The Sky
It is Yellow for The Sun
It is Silver for Humanity
There is Power in Humanity
We are no longer
weaklings
groping Our Way
to death
We are Above death
for I have seen
The Light
of
Our Night
and I believe
We Are Eternal
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
When I close My Eyes
tightly
& lie in The Sun
I perceive a sea
of Red
When I loosen My Lids
I see mottled Silver
& as My Eyes squint open
I see The Rays
of My Enlightenment
June 19, 2014 The Hawk Dining Room
I have seen The Emblem
of Canada
before the pink sky
animated
by a song on the radio*
dancing
not to gusty wind
but toward a place
in My Mind
*Natasha Bedingfield “Unwritten”
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:25pm
I was toying with writing
of the subtlety
of the sunset tonight
— especially to The North East —
but before bed
I looked West
to a fiery stage
orange-red
&
so
I
ignite
Joanna Gilman Hyde 