Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

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

WATCH THIS

The Hawk Basement  11:22am

I’m Gonna Blow

The Roof Off

Death & Destruction:

Self Organizing Galaxy

SHOW-STOPPER

9:11pm in New York

9/11 tried to top My Painting

NOTHING

CAN

TOP

Self Organizing Galaxy

SILVER SONG

The Hawk Outpost 8:40am

The Brilliant Sheen

Upon The Water

Fills My Heart & Eyes

I Love It So

It Guides My Way

I Will Sing Of It

Until I Die

HOUSES

The Hawk Portico 3:33pm

A Woman takes over

Her House

decorates It

according to Her Taste

makes It warm

& comfortable

for deep thought

& contemplation

for Her Men

to step in

SILVER PLAY

The Hawk Outpost 8:35am

The thinnest of Silver Streaks

move over The Water View

from My Kitchen Outpost

The Cloud Cover

lets Them in

along The Horizon

and out to sea

with inward pools of Light

closer to Me

TICKET TO WHERE I AM TODAY

The Hawk Western Hallway 7:25pm

The Sun behind The Fog

is a gleaming disc of Gold

Clouds of Sea Mist

blow across

yet The Sun filters through

& tells Me

broadly

that My Shower Of Silver Lights

is My Ticket

REVELATION 222

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

My House is Asylum

My Hands offer Asylum

when placed upon

any body in pain

in fear

In My House, with My Hands

I can cast out

suffering

I can deliver

My Power

into The Hands

of Another

I have The Power

to Heal

I can Heal

My Friends

I can Heal My

Husbands

My Lovers

through

My Dead Brother

& The Deaths of

My Parents

I am Emboldened

I can Heal

This World

through My Art

& My Mind

I can Instruct

Nourish

Tone Down

Play Up

Send Every Body

Home