The Hawk Exercise Room 12:43pm
The Colossal Blades from
My Giant Sculpture
“Peaches & Blades”
filling the lobby of Cooper Union’s
4th floor
will reappear
in “M(EYE) BODY”
as the radiating silver
on either side
of M(EYE) Exclamation
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:55am
The Sea is a swath of Silver
as I have drunk from
My Glass of Life
I am awake now
with the kettle on
harboring little strife
The Hawk Basement 10:00am
EYE don’t want anything
to out shine M(EYE) Black Star —
when I pour out the swampy green
I want it to haze into
the background
I want My Star in The Center
with ample usage
of radiating
silver
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:07am
M(EYE) Shirt Says
GOLD IS
THE NEW BLACK
My Underpants
are Warm Silver
My Socks are old
& White —
My Sneakers are adidas
Purple
All for My Final Mud Season Madness
Challenge Row
for Concept 2:
25 Consecutive Days
@ Ten Thousand Metres
a Day
The Hawk Corner Room 6:42am
EYE See Dawn
aqua & flushed skin tones
hovering over the water
with shore lights still on:
EYE have a Big Day today
waking at the crack of It
to take The Magnificent Head
to Lunenburg to see
if It can be cast
in Silver
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
Say A Prayer For Gold!
One straight line up
is not enough
to carry Us out
of Our Doldrums —
Cry Out For Gold
taking Silver in Its Hand
shimmering, glimmering
like The Head
of Donald J. Trump
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
EYE See The Mighty Silver
beaming off the water’s edge
I feel the warmth of Our Sun
across My Morning Face —
I see the spheres of illumination
through My Blinking Lash
I hear the coffee water boiling
calling for A Second Steep
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:02pm
I stood tonight
in The Little Store
waiting for My Medium Pizza —
extra cheese, pepperoni, tomatoes, hot peppers, black olives
and cradled in My Right Arm
a 2-litre bottle of Coke
with Santa still on it —
total bill on Visa:
$22.80 Canadian
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:55am
Before The Dawn
Of Our New Era
We Are On The Cusp of Night
We Are Silver Now
As The Moon
As The Midnight Hour
Of Transformation
From The Golden Sun
Into That Precious Rarity:
Our Star-patterned
Future
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:10pm
I am seeing stars
for thoughts —
first a red one
telling Me to take My General Mills Letter
off the refrigerator —
then a silver one
in The TV Room
when I wondered
about My Bullet-proof Vest
But Oh! I cannot be wearing
My Black Bullet-proof Vest
around the house
as a fashion accessory
to go with My New Ring
(which I still don’t have!)
Joanna Gilman Hyde 