Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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IN THE UTILITY ROOM

The Hawk Basement 9:46am

M(EYE) Basement Floor

is galactic

I stand above

its stainage

of red & green

with excess sparkles

as The Stars —

trillions of Stars —

EYE couldn’t sweep

Them all up

ENTRAPMENT

Friday The 13th, The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:47am

What does The Silver Sun

tell Me Today?

What does The Moth

I set free say?

Along with being a pro-active opponant

of The World’s Largest

Global Financial Scam

in Human History

I am enmeshed, idealistically

in The Biggest Love Story

in Human History

HOW FAR WILL I GO?

The Hawk Deck 7:52am

The Silver from The Sea

makes Me wonder

did I really reach

My Bodily Limits

when I flooded the floor

in front of The TV —

have I gone too far

or is My Body Limitless

in its Quest

for DVD?

 

STAKE A CLAIM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:37am

Last night I made a giant painting

of clear water-logged vomit*

spewing out of Me

and out of Me

traced with blood in its final throes

as I sat on a sheep fleece

in front of the TV

*Hunter had to clean it up with a whole roll of paper towel

“NONE PLANNED”

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:11am

Standing firm in My Mrs Blair

grey sweat suit

from LL Bean

I order My Silver

watching The Shimmering Sea

and wearing no rings —

My Hands are naked

for the induction

of M(EYE) PROPHECY

THROW-AWAY GALAXIES

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:47am

How many galaxies

have I picked up

blown into corners

of My Universe —

how many have I created

wiping up cat hairs

off The Kitchen Ottoman

or The Thick Grey Bath Mat

turned inside My Toilet Bowl

and scrubbed hairless

with a wet cloth?

RESPITE

The Hawk Queen Bed 2:45pm

Here I am on The Hawk Queen Bed

with Hunter, The Cats

and The Birds through the windows —

I can hear The Surf, distantly

and the fog has cleared

leaving rays of light

on My Wadded Up Bathrobe

set aside

M(EYE) WORLD

The Hawk Queen Bed 2:22pm

Yesterday I made a loaf of bread

today I spent the day in bed

it matters not what song I sing

it’s with My Heart

the words I bring

I see My Self in a future far

away so long to reach a star

like Don Quixote

I’m sure to be

and down I’ll go

in History

A PRIVATE MOMENT

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am

EYE am wearing The Veil

slouched in Hunter’s Bed

I have It draped

over My Shoulders

for support

for consolation

It’s hot in here,

under My Veil

It’s hot but

I like It

It’s My Privacy

 

AND THIS RED STAR

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:20am

EYE have placed another Star

— A Red One —

inside M(EYE) Little White Star Box

— the jewellery box with Black

Interior —

for M(EYE) Shimmering Rose

Ring It, The Red Star, lies

among M(EYE)

other specks

taking up hardly any space

adding to M(EYE) Collection

of finds

from M(EYE) House

secured in one place

within the housing

for M(EYE)

Sacred

Jewel