joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Skipper’s Birthday

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:25am

Eye see The Hawk

Skyline:

Silhouetted tree tops

Individuals

Against the dawning North —

Heights

of The Srub Spruce

I had never considered

 

 

OPIOID

My Bedroom 6:05am

My external bundle of white

Thick cotton Terry cloth robe

From Hammacher Schlemmer

IS my mountain of pain relief —

The Opiate

The Antidote

before people

die

Global Economic Transformation

The Hawk Kitchen 5:30pm

Today I cried out

In my repetitive voice

For the immortal flesh

Of Silver

Which descends from my mind

And not anybody else’s

Because it came to me

When I was unafraid —

I have it in spirit

In vision

But I am in need

Desperate need

Of its weight

In hand

New Notion

The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm

There’s a new notion of God

Afoot

It has to do with you

Whether you believe or not

The concept is rising

Through the crowds at night

It has to do with sex —

Did I say it right?

The Prostitute’s Reflection

The Hawk Kitchen 4:40pm

Today I sat in The Brilliant Sun

With open door

Just for fun

I sat before a wall of brick

And no one came

To buy my trick

I soon got bored

And drove away

But not before

I vowed to sell

My soul off

To posterity

It’s The “Artist” In Me, I’m Afraid

The Hawk Kitchen 4:11pm

No wonder Van Gogh

Cut off his ear!

I feel like cutting off

My left breast

And serving it up

To grace my supper

Of left-over

— You got it! —

Chicken breast

Sauteed in my husband’s

Favourite sauce

Deer-watching

The Hawk Kitchen 3:00 pm

I have a meadow

Of my own design

Housing three deer

Of maturity

Their heads are bowed

Grazing the overgrown grass

Fog whisps around

Their golden brown

And the smattering of white

From the gazing daisies —

Oh! One is squatting to pee —

A Song of Rings

My Bedroom 8:00am 

Eye wear two diamonds

Now — from two separate rings:

One is set in Silver Swirl

And One is set in Golden Eyes

In between Eye wear the Platinum

My Grandfather engraved to Jo

I believe He loved Her

He called Her “Hon”

And allowed Her Gardens

— Yes Gardens —

To Grow

THE GOOD DOCTOR

My Bedroom 7:23am

He IS His Job

He IS His Skill

He is NOT a Man

He is a mouse

That Kills

Can I Do It?

My Bedroom 6:05am 

It comes down to this —

A measure of faith —

Faith in My Self

To ride over this state

To feel my advantage

When I look at my face

Not to bother with hate

Not to bother with hate