The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I Have Been Sent
By My Spirit
To This Time
This Place
For The Acquisition
Of A Proper
Life
Of Heady Happiness
Deep Mourning
& The Exclamation
Of Perfection
In All Things
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm
I stand in a shaft of sun
drinking from My Silver-frosted
Chalice of Life
I stop to look
at just what I am
consuming
I see The Earth
The Potency of Life
quivering
in My Well-oiled
Grip
The Hawk Kitchen 8:00pm
I Am The White Jesus
Arms Held In
Across My Chest
In A White Sweatshirt
White Shorts
White Underwear
–
My Old Psychiatrist
Warned Me About
Dressing Like Christ
— I Can If I Want —
Especially In My Own
Kitchen
With A View
To The Neighbours’
With Their White
Car From The 50’s
In Their Back Yard
The Hawk Portico 10:22pm
My Guess Is That Cats
Worry The Birds
At Nesting Time
Much Like Predatory Governments
The World Over
Disturb The Population
Of People Trying
To Make A Living
(And I Don’t Mean To Paint Cats Black)
The Hawk Portico 1:33pm
My Silver Spears, Swords
have armed Me
against the upheaval
of The World Economy
against The Super Bugs
of Hospital Rooms
& They have enabled Me
to sing out Their Praises
in The Enclosure
of My
Edge
The Hawk Kitchen 9:15pm
I See A World
in the misty coatings
of My Glass Table Top
out on the evening deck —
I see gradations
of condensation
spelling out layers
of murky growth
surrounding the beginnings
of a smattering of continents
in The East
& a blurred
wash of fog
in The West
The Hawk Family Room 3:50pm
I follow A Digital Signal, Sign
first seen stuck on a banana peel
a square black & white intricacy
a computer tag for scanning
(My Daughter assures Me)
seen today blown up
on a floor to ceiling disaster-relief poster
at The Canadian Red Cross
lending unit
where I helped My Ex-Mother-In-Law
borrow supplies
for Her Husband’s Hospital Homecoming
tomorrow
when Dr Wilson says Mo
can be released
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:00pm
Over Seven Billion Human Hearts
are beating away —
some for the last time
some for the first —
how can Their Rhythms
be harnessed
for the awaited
Destiny of The Divine:
The Emblem of Far-reaching Truth
& Prosperity
of Our Organism?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 