The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
There Is No Room At The Inn
for The Shower
of Silver Lights
It/They will remain
in My Mind
colouring
My Every Action
with the onslaught
of garish vibrancy
un-accommodated
by My Cathedral Ceiling
from whence
It/They
came
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 Basement 10:22am
Emanating from The Spears
of black & silver
Light
I have applied
an edge of lurid green
to My Purple Heart
The Hawk Portico NOON
I am dressed to paint
My Killer Lines
of Dagger Points
in My Black Lace Bra
& Black Jesus Underwear
I hear The Chickadee’s
approval
before I begin
I just have to draw
The Silver Blades
out
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
I am going to paint
The Shower Of Lights
Yes — That Creepy Shower
which befell Me
on that famous date —
no — not October 22nd, 1993
BEFORE THAT — March 31st, 1993
I am going to do It
Justice
I am going to order
a 10-foot-long x 5-foot-wide
piece of canvas from Halifax
to be shipped — yes
I will be waiting for art supplies
again, but this time, this time
I will be ready
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:19pm
My Mother’s Brain Tumour
is dying
on the basement floor
is soon to be
enveloped by
perhaps a silver heart
but
the “roots”
will
survive
The Hawk West Desk Window NOON
I have My Paint Clothes on:
Black Marks and Spencer pants
of My Husband’s
from twenty years ago —
a little girl’s white knitted top
with pearl buttons
no jewellery except for My Silver Hoops
I’m waiting for My Canvas
to be delivered
I’m churning
My Meaning Of Life
over & over
in My Brain
The Hawk Outpost 9:18am
The Clouds are the softest
linear clouds
over a puff of fog
The Sun
is behind it all,
glowing Silver
and dripping on —
Oh here come
The Silver Clouds
and now The Fog
has moved in
and caught
The Drops
of Sky
The Hawk Deck 10:50am
Since March 31, 1993
I have been in a perpetual state
of Illumination
broken only by the depression
yet even then I retained the memory
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
which follow Me religiously
as I follow Them
to where I am Today
sitting in My Red Deck Chair
in the calm of early Autumn
under The Halo
of Our Existence
shining through a murky sky
The Hawk Deck 8:07am
It matters not that
Eye Am Human
It matters not that
Eye Am God
In love w/ All
M(eye) Sea
in molten Silver
& dewy trees
& grass so wet
Eye just let out
a cat
Joanna Gilman Hyde 