Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Dr W Hunter Blair

“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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JUNK MAIL

The Hawk Library 5:25pm

I sit across from The Golden Gleam

of My Husband’s Collection of Folio Books

it is here I can prepare My Dream

of Intelligence vs Intellect

recollect My Childhood Scheme

gathering boxes of My Mother’s Junk Mail

calling Them My “Indeportanz”

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

MORNING APPLE

The Hawk Deck 10:35am

I bit into My Morning Apple

and bit into The Fall

Eliza’s off to school next week

and I will be alone with Hunter

The Cats

and breezy lines of wash

DANCE OF THE DRAGONFLY

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

Every night @ 9:30 I swallow a concoction

of medical remedies for sleep

— not to build a cocoon of ages —

but to bury Me underwater

like The Dragonfly Nymph

Who emerges after several years

into clear summer air

to fly the frenzied mating dance

to be admired

should She land against

the sleeve or head

of The Silver Haired Doctor

bent on examination

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

The Hawk Living Room 1:40pm

I made My Way through

New York City

going to bed with men

just because they took Me

out to dinner

I married for Nova Scotia

& for My Mother

then I lost Her

somewhere on The High Seas

& gained an insight

into something no one else could

sea

except — there always has to be

An Except —

One Little Man

Who unwittingly took My Heart

while My Second Husband

has My Twat

NEW TREND

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

The Crumpled Up Napkin

hovering over My Husband’s Dark Lunch Plate

set with galactic crumbs

looked to Me like God

on His Cloud

allowing Me to decide

to get My Hair done

once a week

TABLE FOR ONE

The Hawk Deck 12:50pm

When My Husband’s at work

& it’s nice out

I put a place-mat

on My Wrought Iron Table

& sit in a folding chair

for My One Can Of Soup

from Our Endless Basement

Supply

AFTERNOON SHAFT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:35pm

After making love with My Husband

After making a macaroni casserole

I sit in A Shaft Of Light

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

I flip through a Gucci catalogue

& listen to 90’s on 9

abandoning DHW

at least for now

He gave Me That Number

10:22

October 22, 1993

I have built a construct of living

around That Number, That Date

A Housefly flies into The Shaft

glinting like A Firefly

WHB

August 16, 2013 The Atlantica, Halifax NS 6:40pm

I have a beautiful Man

Silver-haired

bare-chested in My King-size Bed

playing with His Tablet

while Room Service

brings Me 20 ounces of Stella Artois

& tries not to look