Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: aliens

DETERMINISM

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:34pm

Seeing M(EYE) Halo

I Killed A Flying Insect —

Was I Wrong Or Right?

WOMEN IN BLACK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm

They are The Nuns of The Night

putting on Their Alien Lamp

with a wave of A Purple Latex Glove

taking care of My Dentifrice

humming a Serena Ryder tune

THE LITTLEST ALIEN

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

When I met Him I wore a doeskin dress

with beads around My Neck

I held My Bow and Arrows

out for Him to see

He touched the points

with His Little Fingers

and smiled strangely

while from His Pocket

of Spandex product

He produced a flat-screen

TV device and took a picture

of Me

WE ARE THE ALIENS

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

We will travel to distant stars

to walk upon lands of other planets

We will taste food yet un-savoured

& dress in garb yet only dreamed of

We will swim in salted coves

salted by the sweat of billions

We will fly our mini star-packs

through the sea-clouds of air yet formed

We will dance along valleys

& surge forward into night

We will set Our Selves loose

to gallivant with Our New Found Friends

Our New Society Of People

like Us

with Whom We will play

with magical swords

forged from metals more precious

than gold

& with Whom We will die

momentarily

at The Hands

of Lovers Divine

THE DAY I HAVE AWAITED

The Hawk Living Room 1:00pm

My Living Room is My Public

Forum

I can say whatever I want

Here

I’ve been offered a cup of tea

& told to wait for Time

but I’m sick of waiting

I feel The Time is Now

for Our New Beginning

where there will no longer be

Us & Them

if The Aliens are Here

They are Us

& We/They have already infiltrated

The Internet

& My Radio

ABOLITION

The West Desk Window 9:33pm

I will either be shot

as I have dreamt

or immortalized by Aliens

with DVD holding My Hand

on another Planet

or maybe this One

if there is a Heaven

could This Earth be free

of war & abortion?

As I live I shall stand

for both ends

MESSAGE

The Hawk Deck 12:18pm

They Spoke To Me

Last Night In Near Sleep

“We Can Help You”

& Signalled Me Through

My Mouth

The Hawk Hallway 12:32pm

Was It An Infusion Of Bugs

In My Body

Using One Remaining Sense —

My Sense Of Taste?

 

THE HAWK KITCHEN 3:00pm

I just killed A Fly

on a ceramic apple tile

in My Kitchen

He was just washing His Front Legs

& I smashed Him

with My Open Left Fist

I picked Him up

from behind the toaster

& threw Him in The Trash —

He wasn’t delivering

any Alien Messages —

not Today anyway