Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“Good Morning, World!”

and to the rest of you
that are still asleep –
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:

It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL –

It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,

It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:

The Fight of Our Lives

as Human Beings on
This Planet –
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God –

& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.

This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity –

I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”

“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee –
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.

Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE  –

You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now –
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile

Because of YOU

(red star, red star)

October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK

continued from Diary:

I AM THE RED STAR –

I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote

Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,

& here is the Only Place
We know of

which sustains us, somewhat,

& which sustains Me,

Your Guiding Star

Your Furious Mother –

and Who was My Furious

Mother, You may ask?

She is Dead Now & Somewhere

out There, Haunting Me

as I am aiming now to

Haunt You,

& Haunt You I Will,

Until You Turn Around,

with The Earth,

with The Light of Our

Yellow Star –

Soon To Turn Red.

I am speaking to You from

This Black Box, This Hole

But I Can See You,

like The Romper Room Lady –

I am Magic, if You

believe in Magic

– and I feel You must

believe in Something –

There is The Divine, for

I have felt Its Wrath –

There is God, for I have

been beaten down by Him,

now, into this heaving mass

of Human Organism

which rises up before You,

to Speak to You

from The Device I Loathe:

The Device of Corruption, Greed,

Sloth, & Desire.

Yes, I Desire You,

I Desire That You Wake Up

to Hear Me, That You

Wake Up to Feel Me, For

What Am I To You But

All That Is Left of

possible salvation?

I am Your Mother & My

Mother before Me, & Her Mother,

& My Father’s Mother & Her

Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS

I Speak For The Salvation

of The Children of God

WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,

GROW UP

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ARANEOUS

The Hawk Deck 6:35pm

What is That Woman doing

down there in Nova Scotia

weaving an insidious web

around the lives of men

helpless to avoid Her Mesh

of fantasy churned into reality:

a marriage & divorce producing

2.4 children — a second marriage

to The Silver Haired Doctor

Who fell, knowingly, into Her Trap

in 1999 & hasn’t got out —

the 3rd fatality She claims

She owes Her Life

but how will He materialize?

She calls Him

The Mastermind

MY SON JUST CALLED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm

My Life Is Great —

I’m Drinking A Labatt’s Blue

My New Car Is Out Front

An Iridescent Gun Metal Grey

I Can Drive With

Newly Installed Sirius

Set On 90’s On 9

What More Could A Girl

In Her Early 50’s

Possibly Want?

OH!  I Forgot To Tell You

The Name:

Ford Fusion

The Action

Or Process Of Melting By Means Of Intense Heat;

The State of Fluidity As A Result

Of Being Heated 

(Oxford English Dictionary 1993)

BULLET-PROOF

The Hawk Portico 4:45pm

I think when I get shot

the bullet will feel cold

at first

just under My Right Shoulder Blade

I will feel as if I got hit

with a board

I will slump down

out of shock

more-so than out of

pain

IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW

The Hawk Deck 9:04am

Jimbo — the only thing that saved You

from Me

was Your homely visage —

the only thing that saved Me from You

was Your saying “Sleep

is going to be an issue

for the rest of Your life”

Well Here I Am

out on My Deck

in The Sun

with A Giant Quartz Crystal Ring

on My Right Middle Finger

sparkling across This Page

as I write with A Silver & Ebony Pen

from Birk’s

I AM GOD

INSIDE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm

The Polish has been subdued a little

off My Sparkling Day —

I am inside with the cool wind out

The Radio is on

I am drinking copious quantities of water

from My Glass Marked “LIFE”

1:25pm

The World can reach into My Heart

& pull out all The Hope It Needs

to get Us through this rough time

this transition from Gold to Silver

Day to Night

Sun to Moon

West to East

Man to Woman

Yes, take It all —

It’s free, right here

My Hope Lives

Where I Live

 

ON THE PSYCH WARD

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:51pm

I had to line up at 9:00pm

for My “Meds”

with monotonous regularity

during My Confinement(s)

where My “Activity Level” was marked

“O” on a big white bulletin board

& all I could do to occupy My Self

was write in My Diary

never finish a jigsaw puzzle

& put up signs in My Room

stating “I Am The Figurative Christ”

& “I Am Starving (literally) for Somebody

Nobody Knows” — name spelled out on sign —

(They made Me take the signs down)

 

THE LAST PAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

My Fame Will Be

This World’s

Freedom

When I Am Found Out

Inside & Out

We Will No Longer

Believe

In Schizophrenia

Bi-polar

& Other Multitudinous

“Psychiatric Illnesses”

Silver Will Sky-rocket

Gold Will

Linger In Its

Old-fashioned Luster

Man & Woman Will Live Together

Unrivalled

I AM DRESSING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm

I Am Dressing

For My Painting Today

Top Colour Orange

For The Spiral

Blue Jeans For The Sky

Magic Dangly Earrings

For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges

Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon

For The Interpretation

THE UNIVERSE CAN’T WAIT

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am

I am here to demonstrate

The Massive Capacity

of Our Human Intellect

born out of turmoil & strife

histories of flood & famine

long lines of creativity & invention

religious conflict

Out of All This Rises

A New Awareness

of

The Sacred Self

The Emergence

of

Our

New

World

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