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
November 2nd, 2011 The Hawk
5:57 pm
WE LEAVE OUR PRINCESSES
We leave our Princesses
trapped in Their Towers
no matter what F. Scott Fitzgerald said
to His Wife-to-Be
ninety-one years ago
I am still Towered
but not scared – only mad
deciding not to invite
the few friends I have
to see My Castle
on The Sea Shore
with My Husband @ work
while I lie on The Couch
Joanna Hyde
November 2nd, 2011 The Hawk
5:57 pm
WE LEAVE OUR PRINCESSES
We leave our Princesses
trapped in Their Towers
no matter what F. Scott Fitzgerald said
to His Wife-to-Be
ninety-one years ago
I am still Towered
but not scared – only mad
deciding not to invite
the few friends I have
to see My Castle
on The Sea Shore
with My Husband @ work
while I lie on The Couch
Joanna Hyde
November 3rd, 2011 The Hawk
9:11 am
“You’re Going To Write & Take Care of This House”
I will be Under – stood
as I Stand within “the Mists of Time”
as The Houses sit with skirting mist
wafting off The Frost
hovering below The Tree Line
Joanna Hyde
I see The Silver out there
in lateral striations over The Ocean —
It must be apprehended, reigned in
not just by Me – through Me
Let Me Look @ It Again
when The Silver first came
in The Shower of Lights
I was stultified, stupefied
forced to call on Christ
now I see It Here
in My Life’s surroundings
so Christ must call
on Me
Joanna Hyde
November 3rd, 2011 The Hawk 11:33 am
October 26th, 2011 The Hawk
AKIMBO
I ain’t no HO’ prostitute
fo’ G-O-D
Don’ matta what Jimbo say —
I ain’t no BEEATCH HO’
legs out wide
— Tard Hands is wide —
I gots pronounced personality
—like Dr. Banjo say —
I play wid My Self
all da way —
Dat Song on My Dope Ride
got Me Doin’ 185:
“Satisfy Da Need In Mee –”
“Satisfy Da Need In Mee –”
ain’t gonna Do It
wid No Mo’ Fo’ God
ain’t gonna Do It
fo’ no Mutha Fucka
P-I-M-P
Joanna Hyde
That “O” Dress
Black Robe
styled from the 50’s
told Me I was powerful —
one of the most powerful women
on the planet —
if not THE most powerful —
My Anger, My Fury,
was justified —
In That Dress
I was The Black Jesus
ready to allow My Self
entrance
into a Mental Hospital
for The Sake of My Person (et al)
Beliefs
I drank from a very large beaker
sweet Red Wine
called XOXOX
I crossed My Legs
and beat My Right Silver Slipper
into the evening air
I wore gobs & gobs of silver
jewelry
— all that I owned —
but had the worth of one real estate transaction
under my belt
BOY WAS I MAD —
I shot off the centre
of My Tomato-coloured couch
& stomped around The House
heckling
cackling
&
swearing up
&
down
I demanded to be taken out to…
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tonight My Daughter
Made Me Up
using a combination
of Her Make Up
& Mine
I wore My Mother’s Amber Necklace
as My Daughter worked
My Face
She moved around Me
like a Sprite
laying out Her Blush, Powder & Pencils
allowing Me to choose
which Lipstick
as the Final Application
to The Body
Who Made Her
Up
Joanna Hyde
November 11th 2011 The Hawk
7:13pm
“Is He Internal or External?”
“He is Both.”
“And when I hear a Song On The Radio – what is He then?”
“Then He is God.”
“But is not God within Me?”
“Yes, He is Internal & External – what You hear is the same.”
“What I hear comes through Me –”
“Yes, without You there would be No Song.”
“Without Me There Would Be No God?”
Joanna Hyde
November 12th 2011 The Hawk
7:48pm
One day long long ago
in a land far far away,
a princess made a Bed
for Satan, out of Satin,
So Said She –It was rimmed
with feathers – white – a boa
and buried inside deep
a coal-black seed of smooth
round ball, sunk inside
deep the sheet – that seed
She sees for now is SHE.
Joanna Hyde
October 21st, 2011
The Hawk
7:37 pm
Joanna Gilman Hyde 