The Hawk En Suit Bath 6:44pm
Remove The Crust
of Aeons’ Years —
Dispose of Your Treachery
into My Hallowed-out Hands —
within These Sinister Bubbles
I Reside to Exhume
The Blackest Blackness
of Faith Gone Awry
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:11pm
I wore White in The Beginning
Black @ The End
I wear Silver & Gold
& Grey Today
as I have come
This Far to state
The Reconciliation of Opposites
where East
meets
West
in This Epic Collision
of Feminine Power
The Hawk Deck 10:42am
I Made My Brain
To Think
I Made My Heart
To Feel
I Made My Feet
To Stand
I Made My Self
To Be
The Hawk Deck 10:56am
I was going to write
a poem about knitting
on My Lap
with laundry on the line
but then I had to shower
& get dressed
in flaming orange
with plastic orange beads
galactic earrings
& My Heavy Crystal
Question Mark Ring
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:49pm
A Rose is like a Galaxy —
Its spiralling petals full
turning into A Nebula
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:13pm
legions of mosquitoes
have swarmed into the broken webbing
of yesterday
catching themselves, in some cases
one upon the other
still alive
& how I wonder
can their scrambling efforts be
for each other?
The Hawk Kitchen 8:19pm
coagulating
filaments of sour cream
swirl in the round
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:20pm
When I see a quiet wave
break
from a dark blue swell
into a white ridge of foam
gliding along the rocky shore
I think of the arms
of Our Galaxy
cradling
All We Are
Our Lives
Our God
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:28pm
I swept up a dust pan of spacial matter
from around the kitty litter box
— it contained the mass
of unnameable stars
and never-ending debris from their creation —
into the depths
of a black hole
containing the mass
of twenty-two billion suns
The Halo Book
My Voice rang out
beyond the Drive-thru microphone
“One Large Decaf, Double Cream —
That’s It –“
&
My Signature lies crumpled
on a Wilson’s exchange slip*
dropped in a concrete encasement
for an air conditioning vent
*retrieved April 7, 2015 complete with bug
Joanna Gilman Hyde 