Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

BRASS TAX

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:15am

Languishing Gold —

Stuttering Silver —

when will approach the turning tide?

I predict Jan/Feb

when The World has lost

all else

but The Metal

in Our Pockets

MORNING APPROACH

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:59am

Silver on The Water

Silver in The Sky

The Thermometer is low

The End is (nearly*) Nigh

I am wide awake

The Coffee Pot is on

I have My House full of guests

ungrateful for The Dawn

*redundancy

ON CONCEPT 2

The Hawk Exercise Room 11:11am

Silver Crashes Down On My Head

Silver Flashes Out Between My Legs

I Am Strong

I Am Woman

“HOW’S IT GOIN’?”

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28pm

“Hi Joanna — what U doin’ Today?”

“Imma Usherin’ in The New Age.”

“The New Age of What?”

“The New Age of Silver –what else?”

“How U doin’ that?”

“With how I deck My Body

& how I deck My Mind.”

“What d’ya mean?”

“My Mind is My Body

& My Jewels are My Accent.”

THE UNFOLDING

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am

I draw a blank

when I try to remember

My Dreams —

but The One I’m living out

is with Me

Forever

SHEET CHANGE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am

Spread out before Me

is My Unmade Bed

covered in rubbery white

against spills —

I see The Hairs of Life

embedded as the Theory

of Strings & Galaxies

against Our Backdrop

of Infinity

FLY MAGIC

The Hawk Dining Room 1:11pm

EYE have just seen

the most extraordinary thing

against M(EYE) Dining Room

window pane EYE saw

Two House FL(EYE)S

apparently mating

& when They separated

One remained & pulsated

a penis?

& extruded a spot of clear serum

upon the glass

EYE had just cleaned

this morning

STAR MAGIC

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:47pm

Tonight I see A Nebula

on My Darkened Dinner Plate

It lays within

The Buttery Juice

of My Fish —

The Breadcrumbs are

The Stars

& The Milky Sauce

is My Temporary

Universe

OUTDOOR MAGIC

The Hawk Deck 1:16pm

The Hedgerow Rustles

Like The Waves —

Each Swoosh Swooosh

Sinks Into Me

& I Soak Up The Agent

Of My Life

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