Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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SELF REALIZATION

The Halo Book

My Voice rang out

beyond the Drive-thru microphone

“One Large Decaf, Double Cream —

That’s It –“

&

My Signature lies crumpled

on a Wilson’s exchange slip*

dropped in a concrete encasement

for an air conditioning vent

*retrieved April 7, 2015 complete with bug

COALESCENCE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:07pm

Against a background

of Darkness

We see The Particles of Space

coalesce

spiralling together

uniting two illuminated Human Beings

against a World

of Chaos

PICTURE WINDOW

The Hawk Corner Room 5:14pm

Today The Ocean

went from Blue

to Grey

& I sat above It

to contemplate

My Self —

& do You know what

I discovered?

That with My Husband

reading War & Peace

beside Me

I can say anything

in The World

& be heard

PHALLUS

The Hawk Corner Room, Halo Book

Seated In The Lotus

Position

I Feel A Man’s Tongue

Inside My Mouth

My Teeth Outline

His Length

His Motion

His Girth

LETHAL

The Hawk Corner Room 12:56pm

Dressed in My Black Negligee

I carry the weight

of My Question Mark Ring

in The Mirror a bird

Black Wings outstretched

looks at Me

to see if I Am

Alive

THE 1983 PRESIDENT OF COOPER UNION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

My Back Was To Him

His Fingers Cut A Loose Thread

Dangling From My Hem

TITLE

The Hawk Kitchen 7:45am

All I Have Left

of A Title & A Line

from The Middle of The Night

is:  Consume The West

MARCH 31st 2015

March 30th The Hawk Kitchen 6:17pm

I Will Shine

In Those Flashing Lights

Against A Background

Of Chaos

March 31st 2015 The Hawk Kitchen 8:25am

There is My Silver

Message!

Streaking Its Light

to Me on My Morning

of This, The 22nd

Anniversary

of My Shower of Silver Lights

I AM ONE

COLOUR ME SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 8:20am

The Glare

of

Silver fills

My Hawk Outpost

Window

beaming out to Me

I stare

& see the afterglow

of

familiar lime green

when I

blink

SUNDAY MORNING 2

The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am

How must I write

of the peacefulness

of The Morning —

under the snow

— last for spring —

under brilliant sun

shining its silver

off the sea

I will not row

today