Joanna Gilman Hyde

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The Hawk Deck 8:50am

I hear the distant rumble of surf

while waiting for coffee to steep

The Sun Is Out Full

We’re Awake From Our Sleep

–

The Hawk Kitchen 10:47am

I drink in The Water

from The Well @ The Hawk

& think of My Present

emerging from My Past

into The Future

of Everyone

THE HAWK STAIRCASE

I just swept up A Galaxy

off My Red Staircase

— maybe It was A Universe —

dusted into The Kitchen Trash

until My Next 15 Billion Years

“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

*

MEASUREMENT

Gold is like The Sun

Silver like The Moon

How They’ll Rise Together

We shall see so soon

BOTTLE BLUE BUG

The Hawk Deck 1:45pm

Bottle Blue Bug

have You come

to visit Me?

–

Bottle Blue Bug

Where are You going?

What do You see?

–

Bottle Blue Bug

what makes You so bold?

Bottle Blue Bug

what TRUTH do You hold?

 

TRANS PONDER 22

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

I See A Spider Web

Side On

It Is Galactic

The Spider In The Centre

Is Female

n’est ce pas?

INNATE INTELLIGENCE

The Hawk Deck 2:15pm

I have been oppressed

by My Free-wheeling Notion of God

I have overlooked

My Innate Intelligence

as It compares to “The Divine”

Yes I saw a Shower Of Lights

proving the existence of “God”

to Me

but I have been haunted still

by questions raised

from This Supreme Experience

EMPHATIC STATEMENT

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

What will happen with anything?

What will happen with

My One Surviving Manuscript

in My Father’s Widow’s House

in Vermont —

if It’s even There?

There’s a 6′ x 8′ painting There too

folded up, maybe in a file drawer

& I want It back

How will These Items

ever be returned?

They may have no monetary value

now

but I believe

The Manuscript at least

plays a part

in the unfolding

of Our Future

MY 200TH POST

The Hawk Deck 6:42pm

What is It that makes A Poem?

Is It the induction of waves

louder now than usual —

or is It a lost conversation

with a Siamese cat named Moulan

(Who seemed to be listening too)

or is It a reminder

when eating canned peaches

that I made a giant sculpture once

“Peaches & Blades”

going floor to ceiling

filling the lobby of Cooper Union’s 4th floor?

Is this A Poem?

NO FRILLS

I don’t bake

I write poems

Do The People

in Martin’s No Frills Parking Lot

need to be reached?

–

No, They are happy

in Their Own Disgruntled Lives

I just saw

a Mother & Daughter

eating Cheese Doodles

on The Way

to Their Car