HERO MUSIC
The Hawk Basement NOON
The Glittering Oyster
Open-shelled
Is what We Delve Into
When We Die
With All Minds
Before
&
Ahead
Of Our
Selves
The Hawk Basement NOON
The Glittering Oyster
Open-shelled
Is what We Delve Into
When We Die
With All Minds
Before
&
Ahead
Of Our
Selves
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I was trying to re-write an excerpt
from My Shredded Manuscript
but I failed.
It was about
The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ
thrown by Me
The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —
where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne
(the plane, not Me)
flying into earlier and earlier time zones
appearing at the head of the plane
naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport
and The Whole World would be invited
but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.
I failed
to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend
regardless of the weather
but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept
the invitation
Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept
because they cover their woman at all times
and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.
The rest of the world would be offended
by The Muslim Countries not going, so
MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen
and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:54am
My Nipples Are Twin Galaxies
with My Arms raised
over My Head
They align Themselves symmetrically
diagonally taut
with My Moles
as stray stars
in the foreground
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:34pm
My Master Plan is to be The Star
Super like no other
so that all I touch will turn to Silver
& all I own to Gold
I will dress My Self as I do now
with careful thought & pride
& live upon My Cans of Soup
My Flame Flung Far & Wide
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“
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
The West Desk Window 6:54pm
The Thanks Bestowed
Upon The Day I’ve Lead
Unfurls Itself
Upon My Head
–
The Rays Of Sun
Behind My Clouds
Stirs Me Up
Makes Me Proud
The Hawk Family Room 12:45pm
In My Little White Gym Suit
Out On The Most Visible Rooftop
In The Whole Wide World
I Laid Out My Spiral Of Colour
For Humanity
& Let My Hair Down
Dressed In See-thru Black
For The Signing Of A Lifetime