Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: consumerism

AUTHOR’S READING “THE SCRIPT”

PROPHETIC READING “THE SCRIPT” BY JOANNA GILMAN HYDE

POWER PLAY

My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm

I ain’t playin’

when I see that Brinks

armoured truck runnin’ grey along

the front windows of Sobey’s

I ain’t playin’

when I feel a surge in My Heart

when I see them bullet-proof men

stagin’ them bags of money —

I gots Mine –

I’m safe

ARMED & DANGEROUS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm

Armed with a blunted bread knife

clutched right-handed

I have baked My Last Cake

& am about to survive

outside My Kitchen Haven

deep inside the lands of dispute

& vocalization of the state

of Our Laws & Morality

Dignity & Human Endeavor

BLUE MONDAY*

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm

Today I wore a Parade of Gold

dangling medallions

& nugget rings

all for the cause

of making millions

out of the pockets

of few

*Turd Ferguson

BLACK & GOLD

The Hawk Deck 12:42pm

I Fed The Gulls

In My Signature Dress

in view of conscientious construction workers

& Fed My Husband

a bagel & cream cheese

while He Listened

to The Internet

PROMOTION

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am

Silver Sea & Silver Sky

wake Me up

to The Sun held high

over water turned to mint

The Clouds streak over

My Righteous Glint

PROGRESSION

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm

Molten Silver greets Me

in The Morning

Hardened Gold at Night

Silver I will stock

ahead of The Game

while Gold will just delight

MY CLOSET

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:45pm

I’ve picked out My Signing Party Dress:

moonlight silk Armani

worn only once

for an anniversary in Halifax

I out-grew it but

have shed the weight

My Suit Dress is sculptural with Its bodice jacket

& mother-of-pearl buttons

I will wear Silver Sandals

one heel glued on from

October 26, 2013

when I partied to unconsciousness

& threw up in a munchie tray

belonging to the richest woman

I know

Grand Egyptian by Cambridge

The Hawk En Suit Bath 11:04am

I dried My Head

in a sea of Purple

& looked to see

My Flanks flecked

with galactic lint

or was it the inception

of insects

that I wore?

WITCHES IN PUBLIC

The Hawk Kitchen 12:45pm

In The Bargain Shop

where I bought 2 pairs

of rowing shorts

I heard a skinny witch cackle

“It’s cold enough in here

to kill Ya –”

Then She appeared in

My Rear View Mirror

in the drive-thru for a McDonald’s coffee

sitting with an angelic niece or daughter?

in an old brown pick-up