The Hawk Queen Bed 11:55am
My Husband has brought Me
a cup of tea
and so a cup of Life
I will drink away the scalding brew
and think away My Strife
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:45am
EYE sit with The Expletive
above M(EYE) Head
giving rise
to M(EYE) Lethargic mood
enough to get up
& write
enough to stay down
in M(EYE) Thick Grey Robe
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am
EYE am wearing The Veil
slouched in Hunter’s Bed
I have It draped
over My Shoulders
for support
for consolation
It’s hot in here,
under My Veil
It’s hot but
I like It
It’s My Privacy
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
Last night I sat
at the dinner table
with a napkin first
on My Head
then on My Face
then I graduated
to the veil from Rudy’s Sculpture
and covered My Self
in Its silken sheath
and stood like a ghost
declaring to My Second Husband
“I am to be seen by only DHW”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:20am
EYE have placed another Star
— A Red One —
inside M(EYE) Little White Star Box
— the jewellery box with Black
Interior —
for M(EYE) Shimmering Rose
Ring It, The Red Star, lies
among M(EYE)
other specks
taking up hardly any space
adding to M(EYE) Collection
of finds
from M(EYE) House
secured in one place
within the housing
for M(EYE)
Sacred
Jewel
The Hawk Corner Room 10:50am
EYE just picked up
another Star —
this time from M(EYE)
New Purple Bath Mat
in Eliza’s Shower Room —
and this time It, The Star
is triangular and green —
where did It come from?
Off M(EYE) Dead X-Miss Tree?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:33pm
EYE have signed
M(EYE) BODY STAR
w/ black glitter
down The Left Side
in the middle
incorporating The Left Ray
of the diamond corner —
& as for The Date
the day is not particular
so EYE just put The Year
feeling The Year 2016
to be significant
The Hawk Corner Room 10:44am
I know a beautiful woman
with raven hair
sprinkled with Silver —
She hears voices
criticizing Her Every Move
and She lies, sedated,
in My Oh So Familiar
Psychiatric Unit —
Lord I love Her
& She writes & paints
and I would do anything
to make Her Voices
into Messages of Courage
and Support
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:42pm
EYE carry A Poem Of Mine
with Me now
in case I need to read It
out loud —
EYE could read It anywhere
any time
even in The Dead Of Night —
It’s “Good Morning, World!”
written five & a half years ago
EYE am ready
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:26am
Today I picked up A Star
(Silver of course)
off My Thick Grey Bath Mat
It glinted at Me
as I sat on the toilet
and so I caught It
on My Left Index Finger
and scraped It off
with My Little Metal Star-scraper
into A Little White Box
of Indeportenz*
and named It
Joanna
*word of mine from My Childhood used to describe small collections of special things and later business envelopes and their contents My Mother would give Me to play with — usually junk mail.
Joanna Gilman Hyde 