Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: black

TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY

The Hawk Deck NOON

Today Is A Beautiful Day

& A Big Day For Me

for My Demonstration of One

Melding Into Two

to Be Held @ 2:22

This Afternoon

in The Sobey’s Parking Lot

Cart Corral

I’ve Decided What To Wear:

My Black Fleece Tattoo Sweater

Made By Varsity Athletics

est. 1974

m/m

I Will Be Unarmed

222 HAIKU

The Hawk Deck 10:22am

PARTY OF ONE, TWO

WILL I GET A BLOODY NOSE?

SCRAGGLY APPLE KNOWS

EMERGENCY

DVD will you meet me @ Barrington Sobey’s cart corral

tomorrow at 2:22 pm 

I now know why you stood

at the foot of My Hospital Bed

SAFE

The Hawk Hallway 7:50pm

Is That Child Gone?

The One Who Sat Cross-legged

in Her Kindergarten’s Hallway

unwindowed

practising for a bombing

with Her Head in Her lap?

Is She Gone Now, Married

to Her Second Husband, Her Well-loved Doctor

with The Assault on Her Marriage

of A Second Doctor

She feels forced to turn to for eternal preparedness

Practice?

DOOMSDAY HAIKU

The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm

INTRODUCING NEW

DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:

OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS

WHERE ARE THOSE BLESSED BIRDS?

The Hawk Kitchen 10:30am

The Food Hamper from Yesterday

has been disassembled

disposed of out on The Grass

for The Gulls & Crows

— They know nothing

of Hell & Damnation

Sin & Salvation —

The Orange I rolled

into The Compost

is

safe

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THIS WORLD?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm

We’re Not Sick

We’re misguided, falsely & uselessly labelled

We’ve come as far as We can go

in Today’s Society

We’ve got to go back —

resurrect ancient systems, global, financial, medical, social

which are proven to work in Their Times

Globalize Our History

We cannot rely on Aliens

to Show Us The Future

There Is NO Future —

There Is Only Now

Our Greatest Wealth

is what Makes Us:

Our Humanity

We cannot even rely on God —

God is ambiguous

It Is Our Person-hood — Our Innate Intelligence

Our Individuality

We Know Best

We zzzzzzzzzmust rely

on uzzzzzzzz

to

  SAVE US NOW

before ITZZZZZZZZZ toooooooooo LLLLLLLLATE

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A PARENT?

It means to love your children unconditionally and not to give in to manipulation and power plays, on their part or yours.  It also means to tell the truth when asked, and not answer with a distorted or mythical pretence. A child’s imagination is beguiling, but a parent’s fear of the truth can be confusing or even dangerous.

SIGNAL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm

A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View

as I sat at the computer screen

— passed across My Field of Vision

diagonally from left to right

trailing a dark path

alerting Me

to read

“God Has Called Them All Home”

JOANNA’S CHRISTMAS LIST

The West Desk Window 2:45pm

Sometimes a Candy Cane

is not just a Candy Cane.

HO HO HO is backwards.

What can you think of that’s snowy white

& feels like a weather bomb?

What’s an empty, limp stocking

which miraculously gets filled?

The colour red means stop —

green means go.

What’s a triangular fir tree

next to  an open hearth —

and where does that chimney go anyway?

A Christmas Wreath, a broken circle, represents a fertilized egg.

A baby in a manger —

Jesus was born on the wrong side of the tracks.