Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: April, 2013

FOR BEN NAGA

The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm

I was trying to re-write an excerpt

from My Shredded Manuscript

but I failed.

It was about

The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ

thrown by Me

The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —

where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne

(the plane, not Me)

flying into earlier and earlier time zones

appearing at the head of the plane

naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport

and The Whole World would be invited

but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.

I failed

to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend

regardless of the weather

but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept

the invitation

Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept

because they cover their woman at all times

and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.

The rest of the world would be offended

by The Muslim Countries not going, so

MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen

and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.

THE DAY I HAVE AWAITED

The Hawk Living Room 1:00pm

My Living Room is My Public

Forum

I can say whatever I want

Here

I’ve been offered a cup of tea

& told to wait for Time

but I’m sick of waiting

I feel The Time is Now

for Our New Beginning

where there will no longer be

Us & Them

if The Aliens are Here

They are Us

& We/They have already infiltrated

The Internet

& My Radio

GESTURE OF REPROACH

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:09am

I stood as The Child

stooped slightly

with My Left Hand on My Belly

My Right behind My Back

My Head turned to The Left

“These are My Socks

My Watch

My Room, My Radio

It’s My World

— leave My World Alone”

2,222 VIRAL SPIRAL VIEWS

The Hawk Kitchen 8:53am

I Am Waking

To A Pool Of Silver

Outside My Kitchen Window

The Clouds Are Stratus

The Sun Is Bold

High & White

Feeding Me

As I Sit Illuminated

Upon My Kitchen Chair

CONSUMPTION

The Hawk Kitchen 7:34am

When I Drink My Water

I Am Drinking The Sky

When I Eat My Fruit

I Am Eating Primordial Earth

When I Smell My Coffee

I Am At Home

When I Am Awake

So Too Is The World

ACCIDENTS ARE A NECESSITY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:35pm

In One of My Countless Psychiatric Interviews

I was Once Asked The Question:

“What does the saying

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

mean?”

I rose from My Chair

to find My Self Exclaiming

Accidents Are A Necessity”

“Accidents Are A Necessity”

“Accidents Are A Necessity”

until The Psychiatrist

Doctor Appavoo

(I called Him Doctor Apple Voodoo)

had to shut Me up

BODY VOODOO

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:00pm

lately I’ve had a twitching

in My Lower Left Eye Lid

— just looked in a mirror —

It’s really there — twitching away

—  think It’s trying to tell Me something —

I have Left-headed Pulsations too

which make Me stop

— think of what I’m thinking —

should I get on The Digby Ferry

drive to Vermont

— retrieve My Manuscript —

if It’s still there

to be found in My Step-mother’s

Old Farm House

buried under heaps of papers

— somewhere —

in My Dead Father’s Room?

SHEENING SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 7:58pm

My Silver Sheen

Along The Water

Confirms For Me

The Grace

Of All Things

Coalescing

To Form

This Moment

BASEMENT STAR

The Hawk Basement 7:13pm

The Silver Star I spray-painted

in The Hawk Basement

is now lit up in an Evening Ray

of Sunlight from a small West Window

— lit up in three panels

or vertical bars

meshing with the top three arms

of My Silver Star

in The Time

it’s taken to write this

The Bars, cylindrical in form

have moved over to the right

by about four inches

& I will sit here

on My Rowing Machine Sliding Seat

no matter how long it takes

for My Silver Star to become

vacant

& glowing on Its Own

The Magical Little Fellow

The Hawk Kitchen 4:54pm

The Littlest Man has shrunk

to the size of a peanut

— the bearded old man I saw

inside every peanut I opened

as a kid —

I’ve cracked His Nut

& peanuts aren’t nuts anyway

they’re legumes