Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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SINISTER STAR

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

I have painted

The Sinister Star

It is lying/drying/dying

on My Basement Floor

to be erected

upon My Living Room Wall

where It will rise above Me

as I sit on My Tomato-coloured Couch

writing of Its Existence

I AM TRULY HAPPY

The Hawk Deck 11:22am

I have succeeded

in painting out

The Shower Of Silver Lights

They will stream forth

from the wall above

My Tomato-coloured Couch

& They Will Be Divine

CANVAS REPORT

The Hawk Portico 1:53pm

I want to reign in

The Shower Of Lights

consolidate Them

into a pattern

rather than a room

full of light

I want to make Them

an Emblem

a Signature

of The Divine

TODAY’S CANVAS

The Hawk Portico NOON

I am dressed to paint

My Killer Lines

of Dagger Points

in My Black Lace Bra

& Black Jesus Underwear

I hear The Chickadee’s

approval

before I begin

I just have to draw

The Silver Blades

out

TO MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS:

Tonight Marks The Thirtieth Anniversary

of The Signing of

Self Organizing Galaxy

Thank You For Watching

God Says…

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:46pm

“I Have A Very Simple Message —

It Should Not Be Hard To Grasp:

Man Is God

Is All I’ve Said

&

I

Am

Woman”

VOICE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

Mine Is The Voice

Of The World

Calling Out

To Unmake Our Impoverished

Image Of Ourselves

Mine Is The Voice

Sounding Out

To Uphold Our Worthy Stature

To Uphold Our Strength Of Unity

As Human Beings

Emerging Like Microbes

Across Our Salinated Planet

Which Now Recognizes

My Authoritative Tone

As The Overseer

Whose Vision

Is As Clear

As Her Voice

THE WORLD NOW

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

The Bugs Know

I was that Young Woman

out on The Most Visible Rooftop

in The World

The Bugs Know

I had Something to say

They, The Bugs

know why I wore White

to match The Giant Canvas

The Shroud

The Bugs Know

why I dressed

in colours to match

My Painting

My Message

of Our Continuing Existence

seen from above

The Bugs Know

why It all went Black

when I signed My Name

in 3-foot-high letters

and pressed-leather heels

to attend a party

in My Honour

with My Hair hanging loose

and My Mother’s Crystals

around My Neck

The Bugs Know

why nearly Everyone there

felt uncomfortable

The Bugs Know

why I am here

to make The World uncomfortable

to make It itch

with The Paradigm Shift

We’re in —

The Shift from White

to Black

from Innocence

to Old Age

The Bugs Know

I Am Still Alive

to make The World See Itself

Commune

OUTFIT

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

White Sweat Shirt For The Little White Gym Suit

Black Leggings For The Sea-through Skirt

Cherry Red Slippers For The Little Red Sneakers

“ALARM”

I Am The Reconciliation

Of Opposites

The Love And The Glory

Above

Hate

BLACK NUMBER

The Hawk Window Seat 11:33am

I’ve Stepped My Left Leg

Into My Black Underpants

Topped Off

By My Black Lace Bra

I Am Dressed

For Mourning

The Cry Of Help

Which I Have Heard

And To Which I Will

Devote The Rest Of My Life