Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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MY PRO-LIFE PROFILE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

“Hey Everybody!  This is God

yes, G-O-D

One of You, All of You

here, as always, to tell Us

We have a correction to make —

in case You were wondering

I am female —

52 years old in Body

infinite in Mind:

Caucasian North American

with a psychiatric history

not permitted to carry a firearm

but I can wear a bullet-proof vest

to guard My Castle-by-the-sea

where I live with My Husband

the very popular Dr Blair

& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza

& seven cats —

I’m not kidding around —

on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep

induced by the death of My Mother

I had The Shower Of Silver Lights

crash down on My Head —

I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ

but I didn’t want to give Christianity

that much credit

so I simplified My Title

My Essence

into Those Three Little Letters

& no, I don’t knowingly control the weather —

it controls Me

& yes, I believe in eternity

& The Sacredness Of Human Life

OR I WOULDN’T BE HERE!!”

 

“It’s Time To Hear My Rallying Cry

to sort out Our Miseries

Organize

Our Desires

Our Abilities

forget Our failings

Uphold Honesty

for where has Honesty

gone?

 

It’s Time To Apprehend

My Leadership —

I offer up My Self

for I am One Human

Who has seen The Light

& Knows It To Be

The Light Of This World

Our Precious Little World”

 

 

SILVER EXPLOSION

The Hawk Window Seat 7:59pm

I am in the pose

of relaxed readiness

standing in My Kitchen

against the running dishwasher

I am leaning on My Right Hand

Right Ankle crossed

over Left

“Don’t be impatient”

“Don’t be impatient”

STAR SCAPE PART II

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm

I have re-visited

My Dark Doorway

to remember Those same wavy

strings of Cat Hair

— and dust —

now that The Snow Particles

are gone

What’s left

but Dark Matter

composing

the majority of material

making up The Scape

of Last Night’s Stars?

STAR SCAPE

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:41pm

There’s a Star Scape

on The Window of My Black Front Door

back-lit by The Portico Light

— I know It’s snow, really —

but on close inspection

I see Little Threads

of maybe cat hair

individually straight

or wavy

String

Theory

BLACK AGAINST WHITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:20pm

I opened My Kitchen Door

to the snow-laden deck

My Black Cat Astro sat

against the white

to think

— crossed the step —

I saw stars

on His Back

ROOM TO ROOM

The Hawk Corner Room 5:30pm

Years ago I was housed

in a big white living room

— a doctor’s quarters —

over-looking a busy highway

— too busy for Me —

as I lay on a long white couch

for the day, or weeks even

in My Transition from hospital stays

to this room, The Room Of My Arrival

here on The Hawk

with a big wide window

over-looking

the sustaining ocean

of Survival

SELF-CONTAINMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am self-contained

I do not need another

half

a partner of religion

of life

I can eat My Ice Cream

alone

on My Tomato-coloured Couch

and not worry

about

a God-damn

Thing

HOW I STAY FIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:11pm

Nearly every morning

I gear up for My 4,000 Metre Row

on My Concept 2 Rowing Machine

with computerized clock:

My Columbia Shell Shorts

Sportex Sports Bra

Joe Fresh Sleeveless Grey Under-shirt

Anklet Sox from Eliza

& Old Nike Sneakers

make Me —

into The Basement I go

to put Classic Vocal Trance

on The Hulk (My Husband’s biggest computer)

& warm up with four rounds each

of personal exercises

I wipe down the C2 bar

on-which the seat slides

& strap My Self into the foot rests

I pull the handles

& focus My Vision on the in-out motion

of the chain

& watch The Clock

like a Hawk

for 11 Minutes & 22 Seconds

— take a clocked break upstairs —

— drink from My LIFE Glass —

& go back down to hit

22:22

 

COSMOS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am sitting, aligned

with The Sun, a candle

& My LIFE Glass, The Earth

before Me, ahead of My Right Knee

orbiting My Oval Glass Coffee Table

I am in the outer reaches

of The Solar System

My Couch is an asteroid belt

& My Room, My Living Room

is The Universe

contained

in This

My

Mind

9/11

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm

ICONIC POWER:

WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL

COLLIDES WITH ISLAM