Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2012

THE HAWK KITCHEN 9:57pm

I see The Pink Cloud

that spawned Me

easing its way over

the salty horizon

Oh — now it’s grey

& I’m in The Latter Half

of My Existence

here on Earth

where I can log

Self Organizing Galaxy

& watch

The Sky

OCTOBER 10, 1984

The Last Time I was on The Roof

of Number 5 World Trade Center

I was Dressed

in Black High Heels

 I signed HYDE

on The South East Corner of My Painting

“Self Organizing Galaxy”

My 10,000 Square Foot Elliptical Spiral

going off The Edges of The Canvas

starting something with No Beginning

No End

GRAFFITI PROBLEM

I’m having a Graffiti Problem:

Saturday Night I Painted

A Pentagram Star, Red,

with Silver Rays

on A Rock

in My Friend’s Backyard

— She said I could Paint

Anything I Wanted —

She said, “I Love It!”

but now Her 17 year old Daughter

doesn’t Love It

& I’ve been asked

to paint

a starfish

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!”

“Good Morning, World!”

and to the rest of you
that are still asleep —
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:

It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL —

It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,

It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:

The Fight of Our Lives

as Human Beings on
This Planet —
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God —

& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.

This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity —

I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”

“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee —
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.

Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE  —

You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now —
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile

Because of YOU

(red star, red star)

October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK

continued from Diary:

I AM THE RED STAR —

I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote

Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,

& here is the Only Place
We know of

which sustains us, somewhat,

& which sustains Me,

Your Guiding Star

Your Furious Mother —

and Who was My Furious

Mother, You may ask?

She is Dead Now & Somewhere

out There, Haunting Me

as I am aiming now to

Haunt You,

& Haunt You I Will,

Until You Turn Around,

with The Earth,

with The Light of Our

Yellow Star —

Soon To Turn Red.

I am speaking to You from

This Black Box, This Hole

But I Can See You,

like The Romper Room Lady —

I am Magic, if You

believe in Magic

— and I feel You must

believe in Something —

There is The Divine, for

I have felt Its Wrath —

There is God, for I have

been beaten down by Him,

now, into this heaving mass

of Human Organism

which rises up before You,

to Speak to You

from The Device I Loathe:

The Device of Corruption, Greed,

Sloth, & Desire.

Yes, I Desire You,

I Desire That You Wake Up

to Hear Me, That You

Wake Up to Feel Me, For

What Am I To You But

All That Is Left of

possible salvation?

I am Your Mother & My

Mother before Me, & Her Mother,

& My Father’s Mother & Her

Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS

I Speak For The Salvation

of The Children of God

WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,

GROW UP

*

I COME LIMPING HOME

There’s  a Rock on The Side of The Road

in Barrington where I shop

It has a Mentalist Red John

which I badly want to deflect

with Silver Star Rays

& maybe Red Dots

but on this windy Sunday Morning

as I drive on My Mission

I see a Police Car

coming through The Intersection

of Highway 3 & The Causeway

I turn around

I come home

leaving My Cans of Silver & Red

rattling around on the floor

of My Escape

LET SLEEPING PUSSIES LIE


You “should” never have awakened Me

now I have a Truth to tell

A Truth to bite Its bitter way

each time I lie inside Your Mouth

A Truth I want so badly

never to be fed to You:

My Heart My Heart

My Ravenous Heart

knocked unconscious once

lies and lies through Its fangs

until You eat The Lying Truth

until You fuck What’s Left Aside

Hunter fuck The Rest of Me

kill this fierce-some Truth

I want Us to be Happiest

allowed to lie and lie and lie

I want You to be Greediest

allowed to chew and chew

Hunter lie with Me

to tell The Truth

It has no place with Us

make It sleep

with Your Soft Voice

Your Careful Careful Touch

make It die

My Lover My Killer

kill My stirring starving Heart

kill My Heart for Us

excerpt from NO BONES ABOUT IT circa 1999