Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11

FOILED

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:22pm

I have made My Star Man

in My Mind —

I have laid Him out flat

on the surface of My Dishwasher

Counter Top — I have crumpled

His Head with be-jewelled fingers

I have secured His Limbs

with The Iron of My Blood —

He sits with Me now

in My Kitchen — where no one

but Me

can see

MY BIGGEST DAY

Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 11:27am

I am going half-naked

into The Night — dressed

in My Lace Black Bra

& Eliza’s thong

with only one piece

of jewellery on My Ring Finger

& My Trusty Watch

upon My Right Wrist

AUTHOR’S READING “THE SCRIPT”

PROPHETIC READING “THE SCRIPT” BY JOANNA GILMAN HYDE

FURY

The Hawk Kitchen 5:42pm

I’ve asked for My World Trade Center Preliminary Drawings

on actual blue prints

& My Former Husband claims

He can’t find Them in The Atlantic House —

Posh!

I’ve scattered sea salt grounds

laid out in My Mother’s Black Iron Frying Pan

& You Know What?!

I’ve created

yet again

a piece of The Universal

Design!

FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am

The Sun was Gold when I rose

making pink on Western clouds —

It’s Silver now so I’m told

by Its farthest reach

My Husband & I no longer look

at the precious metals chart —

We are waiting for the dire news

of a collapse in the money mart

FLY BY

The Hawk Deck 10:45am

I (EYE) am eking out

the last of The Summer Air

out here on My Summer Deck

with a load of sparse laundry

on the line

a military plane flies

over to The North

circles over the ocean

around Our House

& We don’t know why

BRINKS BONANZA

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:34pm

In The No Frills Parking Lot

in front of Nova Scotia Liquor Commission

I eyed up a BRINKS armoured vehicle

as a somewhat elderly blue-shirted driver got out

while I got My Delivery

of lab reports

from South West Health Authority

Then as I crossed the street

in front of Royal Bank of Canada

One BRINKS (was It the same One?)

parked along side —

an armed blue-shirted guy got out with a bag

& a big dolly

& went inside toward the vault

while I went into The Automated Teller Machine

— He came back through

empty-handed

& I got up My Nerve

to ask Him what The Dolly was for —

should I be asking questions?

He said that was OK —

The Dolly was for “coinage” but The Bank didn’t have any

I said “coinage is not used much anymore –”

He agreed & said that’s why

He was turned away today —

did He say “coinage”

to cover for “bullion”?

He looked innocent

IS IT TIME?

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30pm

Is It Time

that I write of The Magic

in My Numbers?

How one set of 10:22

was formulated 4 minutes ahead

but I didn’t see It on Time

& found The Trick of The Mind

instead

attending to what is at hand

until prodded, prompted

by the subconscious

Sign?

BRASS TAX

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:15am

Languishing Gold —

Stuttering Silver —

when will approach the turning tide?

I predict Jan/Feb

when The World has lost

all else

but The Metal

in Our Pockets

POWER PLAY

My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm

I ain’t playin’

when I see that Brinks

armoured truck runnin’ grey along

the front windows of Sobey’s

I ain’t playin’

when I feel a surge in My Heart

when I see them bullet-proof men

stagin’ them bags of money —

I gots Mine –

I’m safe