The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris
onto The Shores Of The New World —
in My Wake are carried The Multitudes
in My Reach The Hands Of Men
I’ve known, and will know
as I live My Life-long Pursuit
across That Breadth Of Existence
to which I have been birthed
The Hawk Portico 5:00pm
I Am A Galactic Citizen
spelled out on the bronze flyleaf
of My Diary — housed
within the confines
of outer and inner space
where nothing happens
with-which We are aware
except by Way
Of Human Ejaculation
The Hawk Kitchen 7:10pm
In The Briefest Moment
I Saw The Spiral
Of A Particle Of Dust
Against The Black Of My Cell Phone
And Suddenly Understood
The Necessity Of FORM
Before My Breath
Took It Away
–
*Robert David Steele
Open-Source Everything Manifesto
The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm
Oh How I Love
My Silver Sky
Layer Upon Layer
Of Molten Cloud
Out Over The Ocean —
But This Sky
Is So Great
The Ocean Acts
As A Liquid Foundation
To The Marvel Of The Heights
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm
What would I say if faced
with a pregnant woman about to walk
into an abortion clinic?
“That Human You Carry
Comes From You —
To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part
Of Your Self”
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm
The Sky I Cannot Paint
For It Would Soak Its Way
Slowly From Pale Grey
Into Mottled Blue
Feathering At The Horizon
Encasing The Far Reaches Of Sea
And Off Shore Islands
Within A Veiled Hand
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
Hanging above My Front Door
is a sign
a command which reads:
“VIVRE”
a word I take to heart
for I have nearly died
The Hawk Deck 12:22pm
What makes a songbird sing?
What life force bursts forth
through every tune?
Is it a call to a mate
or simply the sound
of a beautiful morning?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm
If Human Beings
Are Stars, What Are Animals —
Star Dust Nebulae?
The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
We are sucked to The Ocean
like little girls
in tiny suits
lolling
in the salty surf
Joanna Gilman Hyde 