Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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MY ADVERSARIAL GOD

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am

My God is not The God

of honey & sunshine

butterflies & beetles —

My God is The God

of 9/11

Hard-hitting & Hard-core

The God of The Dark

through Which railing against

We find Our Heart-felt

Heart-beating Meaning

of Life

THE TIME OF LINKAGE

The Hawk Family Room 9:11am

I am seeing ahead of My Self

to The Time Of Linkage

between The Black Crow

hanging in My Living Room

to “Good Morning, World!”

floating on My TV Screen

veiled over by The Shroud

of My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

NOW SWALLOW

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:26pm

Something weird just happened to Me

when I was handing My Husband

2 Tylenol for His Sore Back

— and then handing Him

The Glass Of Water

to drink Them down —

I had a flash

of reliving the constant nights

of being fed medication

in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

where The Nurse handed Me first

a little plastic cup of pills

which I threw into My Mouth —

I stood holding The Empty Cup

The Nurse filled It with an inch of water

from an ice cold stainless steel pitcher

for Me to swallow down

POSITION

I Am The Silver Christ

Grey if You like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites

I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance –
I will fortify You
with Your Own

What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World –
would You allow Me
to become a Child again –
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?

Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver –
Dazzling Grey –
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?

I’m sitting on My neutral sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You –
to My Left

Joanna Hyde
New Year’s Day 2012   The Hawk

MY WITCH’S ROBE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm

I Am Wearing My Witch’s Robe

Coloured Purple Velour

With Black Stitching

Repairing A Hole

Made By My Black Cat Astro

Once When I Cuddled Him

On My Lap

“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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THE CROWN

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm

Today I drove past A Big Black Crow

perched atop a pile of dirt

He struck Me by His Blackness

compared to the organic colouration of brown

He stood as The Finial Of Dignity

above a mountain of earth

His Mountain — His Keep

–singularly His Post —

The Crow made the brown Truly Brown

His Black was Truly Black

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