Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: March, 2015

DEATH IS MY LIVELIHOOD

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:00pm

I have two worn out Birks Boxes

for My Single Silver Pen

re-established in Its Domain

each time I finish

writing — oh like a body

underneath a coffin lid —

lay Me down in a tomb

marked for eternity

by Ever Stylish Artists

with Their Magic Implements

recoiling

from Their Brevity

NOTICE TO MY READERS

I have made an addition to THE AGE OF 122

Your Writer,

Joanna

THE AGE OF 122

The Hawk Kitchen 9:43am

When I reach The Age of 122

and People ask Me What’s

My Secret?

I will tell Them:

“I have lived on a diet

high in fat, sugar and salt —

fat for My Blood

sugar for My Disposition

salt for My Tears —

I have had The Love

of A Big Black Cat

named Astropythicus

to soothe My Palpitating Heart

and I have lived

in the Land of My Dreams

where every day

I took to My Magic Pen

and wrote My Life

in Stars”

I’M ON ALERT

The Hawk Corner Room, Home of My Globe 8:11pm

I have landed on Alert

True North

to make My Proclamation

that santa claus is Poison —

santa & his elves & raindeer

& mrs clause too

need to be wiped off

The Face of This Planet —

This Planet which is My Face

I will dedicate My Life

to The Restoration

of Children’s Minds

EVENING ON THE HAWK 2

The Hawk Outpost 7:15pm

The early evening light

light of spring

still in mid-winter temperatures

lays itself across

the yard, weeding its way

through The Scraggly Apple

turning pinkish gold upon

My Favourite Spruce

lighting up the rooftop gables

down by the Eastward shore

WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES SOCCER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:50pm

What can be

That Golden Star

blinking in My Visual Field

at a thought of contrivance?

COUNTING STARS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:36pm

I am a Woman

Who consumes vast quantities

of air, fire, water

I am in The Depths

of fulfilled wanting

I swim in a vacuum

of love

for I am in The Combined

Companionship

with a creature

just like Me

DRINK FROM MY KITCHEN

The Hawk Outpost 6:00pm

I stand before My Kitchen Outpost

spaghetti boiling

to drink My 80th Glass

of brilliant water

I toast The Ocean

bluest with The Sky

My Life Glass

is up

My Sharp Horizon

is downed

THE GLARE OFF THE OCEAN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:50am

I carried My Life Glass

full

into My Living Room

Cathedral Ceilinged

& swallowed My Water down

drinking My House

in

FORCED VEGETARIANISM?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:47pm

What’s going on

with the flavour

(or lack thereof)

of meat

these days?

There’s My Second Dinner

out on the grass —

The First was pulled pork

for which I had to get My Money

back

& tonight

It’s six expensive

chicken breasts

(all You could taste was the tomato sauce & mozzarella cheese)

heaved to The Crows

& sales slip

retrieved from

the garbage