Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11 artist

MY WITCH’S ROBE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm

I Am Wearing My Witch’s Robe

Coloured Purple Velour

With Black Stitching

Repairing A Hole

Made By My Black Cat Astro

Once When I Cuddled Him

On My Lap

DISMISSAL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:25pm

I have done battle with God

all My Life

literally & figuratively

I have been caught

& unleashed

I have leashed, caught

& commanded

dismissed

& been dismissed

but Today

I am victorious

in Today’s Dismissal

I have regained

My True Self:

that which is

in God

& that in-which

God is

SUPERNOVA

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm

I AM NOT AN ARTIST

WRITING IN FEROCITY

I AM SICK OF WAITING

ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS

I AM ONE HUMAN BEING

CAUGHT

IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE

MIND WORKS

CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY

BUT THAT IS NOT

WHO I AM

I AM PUSHING OUT

THE MADE-UP PERSONAE

OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST

I AM DENYING GOD

HAVING A HOLD ON ME

I was just an innocent girl

when The Shower of Lights

befell Me

I thought They were from God

Well, I have news

BIG NEWS —

THEY WERE FROM MY MIND

MY MIND CREATED THEM —

I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD

IN MY MIND

MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD

God is a pee wee

 

LUNCHTIME

The Hawk Kitchen 12:24pm

I just spewed out An Arm

of The Milky Way

across My Marble-ized Kitchen Floor

when I stood at The Fridge

& violently shook The Parmesan Jar

in the only way I knew how

to break up A Ball of Cheese

not knowing The Flip Cap was loose

STILL

The Hawk Deck 8:51am

The Sea is liquid silver

in these early morning hours

I take solace in The Surf

to The North of where I sit

soaking in a last day of summer

with birds abuzz & cats

stirring on The Deck

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“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

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THE HORSEFLY

The Hawk Deck 1:00pm

Today A Horsefly

sat upon My Deck Rail

Big & Ugly

named A Creature of Satan

by My Mother —

I did not swat It

I did not kill It

I have never before

spared The Life

of One of Those

I BEGAN THIS DAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:57pm

I Began This Day

Lying In Bed

& Now I Want

To Go Back

To Go To Sleep

With The Windows Open

Upon My Dream

SOON

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:56pm

I am feeding

on the greenery of quiet

waiting for word

from a fleet of white

Silverados

telling Me

“Now’s The Time

Just Sit Tight

We’ll Be There Soon —

The Answer Will Be Soon — ”

The opening of My Cocoon

will be applauded

I AM A WOMAN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:17pm

I Am A Woman

Who Writes Poetry

To Slice Its Way

INTO LIFE

My Tools Are Silver Swords

Forged From My Brain

Brandished Publically

To Zap

The Unaware

With Words

Of Flame

Engulfing

The Globe

&

Beyond

To The Molten Makings

Of The Stars