Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11

SOMETHING EVENTFUL IS ALWAYS HAPPENING*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:19pm

In Half An Hour

My Slow-cooker Will Display

The Number 22:22

& I Won’t Miss It

I’ll Stand In My Kitchen

@ 22:23 & Watch It Turn Down One Minute

To My Favourite Sequence

Of Brain-motivating

Heart-moving

Symbolic Renderings

The Hawk Kitchen 6:49

I Missed It —

*Potterfan97

SLOW COOKER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:20pm

If I Had Any Doubt

As To The Complexities

And Future Order

Of My Life

As I Foresee It

I Have Not A Shred Now

As I Have Been

Transfixed

By The Glowing Blue 22

On My Kitchen Counter

Stew Pot

ENCAPSULATED EROTOMANIC DELUSION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm

I see You at the doors

to Sobey’s with Your Wife

I’m with My Husband —

I dodge across The Parking Lot

to The Cart Corral

with Its Yellow Sign:

In The Event Of An Emergency

Gather Here

I sit cross-legged on the pavement

below The Sign —

Do You Come Over To Me?

Does My Husband —

Or Does He Converse With Your Wife?

When & With Whom

Do I Lift My Arms

Up & Out To The Sides

As I Did In Your Presence On October 22, 1993

To Voice, Not For The First Time

I Am In A Spiritual Emergency?

CONVERGENCE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm

We See The Same Sun

We Watch The Same Moon

Our Thoughts Converge

Inside Our Unified Mind —

We Live For Each Other

And Die Only In Our Imaginings

COMPLEXION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

I Am Black Jesus

I Am Red, Yellow, Brown, White

Purple Is The Colour

Of My Massive Heart

My Hair Is A Rainbow

I Wear No Clothes

But Unlike The Emperor

I Know That I Am

Naked

MY DESSERT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm

Tonight I bit into

The Meaning Of Life

It was Crispy Cookie

on The Outside

with Chocolate Chunks

& Chocolate Ice Cream

in The Middle —

I took several savoury bites

as I did when It was first served

to Me

in The Dark of March 31st, 1993 —

I crunched The Chocolate

& The Ice Cream melted

on My Tongue

I swallowed My Last Swallow

& then It was gone

THIS BOOK IS BLACK

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm

This Book Is Black

and I am waiting to be born

out of The Murky Red

into The Light

afforded All Of Humanity

allowed to live

This Book Is Black

and I will come out

to Speak My Name

and be caressed

not by The Hand Of God

but by The Human Hand

of My Mother

This Book Is Black

and I will grow

to protect My Spirit

and when I die

I will be born again

into The Space

occupied by the width

and breadth

of My Mind

It Will Be Bright

My Future Will Be

Forever Bright

GUT REACTION 2

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

I Am The Black Ball

nesting under

Yards & Yards of White Satin

lined with feather boa

for an art school project

thirty-two years ago

I Am The Black Pearl

making People feel uncomfortable

like The Grit

inside an orgasmic oyster

lined with Phosphorescence

I Am The Black Jesus

in a White World of Innocence

here to make People understand

Their True Beginnings

of Sperm & Egg

& how They, We, have arrived

at Our Present Global Form

I Am The Blanket Of Night

with The Moon Glowing

underneath

echoing The Face of Humanity

for All of Us

to see Our Selves

with Newly Opened Eyes

FOR ZOODEDOO

The Hawk Window Seat 6:30pm

I Am On Top Of The World

I Stand Tall

For My Humanity

For That Is All

I Am

That I Know Of

For Sure

For Sure There Is God

Because

I Have A Human Mind

WHAT IS?

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

What Is The Configuration

Of The Universe?

Is It Like A Balloon

With Us On The Surface

Or Is It A Sphere

Internally Filled —

Perhaps Expanding & Contracting?

Is It A Spiral

Lashing Out

Or A Doughnut

With No Center —

Is It A Drop Of Pond Scum

Or An Entire Sea

Floating In Our Minds?