Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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MY BLACK BOX

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:22pm

What if I could wipe out

all religions

in one fell swoop

but leave God intact?

What is My Vision of God —

a little leprechaun

or a giant pink cloud

or, cutting through that hokiness  —

is My Vision

of The Guttural Voice

— not a vision at all —

but My Voice when I speak

standing within the confines

of My Black Box?

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

CASSEROLE

The Hawk Kitchen 4:53pm

From My Kitchen Window

I Can See Clearly

The Blue Horizon

Straight & Firm

Like A Swath Of Fortification

Substantiating My Existence

While Hunter Feeds The Cats

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

“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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RECEPTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:00pm

There Was No Little Yellow Bird

In The Scraggly Apple

When I Said My Prayer

Today

But The Waves Were There

The Waves Heard Me

And So My Prayer

Is Answered

INSIDE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm

The Polish has been subdued a little

off My Sparkling Day —

I am inside with the cool wind out

The Radio is on

I am drinking copious quantities of water

from My Glass Marked “LIFE”

1:25pm

The World can reach into My Heart

& pull out all The Hope It Needs

to get Us through this rough time

this transition from Gold to Silver

Day to Night

Sun to Moon

West to East

Man to Woman

Yes, take It all —

It’s free, right here

My Hope Lives

Where I Live

 

CLARITY

The Hawk Deck 9:17am

The Air Has Cleared Here

The Ocean Dazzles My Brain

I Am Up For The Morning

In What Feels Like Early Fall

I Am Leaving Behind

Every Past Anxiety

Looking Forward To The New Aerial View

Of This Planet

Upon Which

I Thankfully Reside

I AM A BABY

The Hawk Queen Bed 6:30pm

I Am A Baby

In A Bassinet On A Beach

How Many Of Us Have Been Born On The Surging Crest?

How Many Of Us Will Die Upon The Ebb?

I Am Rocked To Sleep

By The Rhythm

I Am Awakened

To My Infancy