The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
Imma gonna turn
dis worl inside
out
dem stars is black
‘ginst d’ white
an Imma
wearin’
Ma Gym Cloze
an Red Kicks
The Hawk Deck 11:15am
Anger is Our Most Passionate Emotion
seething or simmering — It must
be confronted
It must be addressed
It cannot be brushed aside
or “managed”
like the tell-tale
LOVE
We have all known
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:15pm
When I Go To Sleep At Night
I Think Of All Of Humanity
Swarming Over The Globe
Half Of Them/Us
Asleep In Acres Of Bedding
Each Speck A World To Itself
Unique In Its Make-up
Unique In The Life It Lives
Like The Configurations Of Galaxies
In The Petri Dish
Of Our Universe
The Hawk Deck 11:35am
“We know that Two Planes
ran into The World Trade Center —
what else is true
We do not know”*
— overtaken by My Father
lumbering up the stairs
to My Shower
squishing used bars of soap together
His Noxema & Sensodyne
were not so innocent —
but That was only His Ghost
telling Me He was in cahoots
with The Muslims
in Riyadh
when He lived over there
for 25 years
before having lunch @ Windows On The World
with Guy Tozzoli & Me
where no mention whatsoever
was made of My
*quote from WHB
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
I have traded in
My Thick Grey Robe
for dark grey Simon Chang pants
a white sweat shirt
with Star Man Pin
at My Throat
Nike sneakers
(I did check the mail)
all the better
to meet My Husband
when He comes Home
after 9:11
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:15pm
Dr Blair has a modern house
keeping A New York City Artist
next to the sea shore
She dances to Radioactive in Her Bathrobe
drinking a beer
& talking on the phone
out on The Hawk Deck
where She wonders if Her Voice
carries
June 4, 2013 The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30pm
I Have Three Regrets:
ended up buried
& capped
in The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
–
Five Copies
of My 364-page Manuscript Monument
to The Death of My Mother
ended up shredded
and put out by
the side of the road
here on The Hawk
–
The Third
was of My Body
and doesn’t fall within
This Category of Art
but the regret I feel
for this death
will never be acceptable
–
How Different Would My Life Have Been —
How Different From The Comparative Perfection
In Which It Is Lived NOW?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
Oh that spinning game
where the grown-up grabs
the child’s wrists
& swings him/her around
& around
am I in this game
in the path of Earth & Moon
& that Adult —
Who is He?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 