Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

CLEANING FLUID

The Hawk TV Room 12:05pm

I Sprayed An Arm

Of The Galaxy

Across A Glass Table

Nobody Saw It

But Me

SILVER SUN

The Hawk Outpost 8:45am

Moving in and out

between The Clouds

My Silver Sun

greets Me through The Mist

and says Hello to The World

illuminating

My Silver Sea

VENUSIAN

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm

I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris

onto The Shores Of The New World —

in My Wake are carried The Multitudes

in My Reach The Hands Of Men

I’ve known, and will know

as I live My Life-long Pursuit

across That Breadth Of Existence

to which I have been birthed

THE MILKY WAY

The Hawk Portico 5:00pm

I Am A Galactic Citizen

spelled out on the bronze flyleaf

of My Diary — housed

within the confines

of outer and inner space

where nothing happens

with-which We are aware

except by Way

Of Human Ejaculation

At The End Of My Journal

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:34pm

My Famous Shower Of Lights

was not blinding

Its Radiant Spears

Snapped Me To Attention

and Made Me See

For An Eternity

GALACTIC CITIZEN*

The Hawk Kitchen 7:10pm

In The Briefest Moment

I Saw The Spiral

Of A Particle Of Dust

Against The Black Of My Cell Phone

And Suddenly Understood

The Necessity Of FORM

Before My Breath

Took It Away

*Robert David Steele

Open-Source Everything Manifesto

SILVER SKY

The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm

Oh How I Love

My Silver Sky

Layer Upon Layer

Of Molten Cloud

Out Over The Ocean —

But This Sky

Is So Great

The Ocean Acts

As A Liquid Foundation

To The Marvel Of The Heights

FROM A WOULD-BE ANTI-CHOICE PROTESTER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm

What would I say if faced

with a pregnant woman about to walk

into an abortion clinic?

“That Human You Carry

Comes From You —

To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part

Of Your Self”

UNPAINTED

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm

The Sky I Cannot Paint

For It Would Soak Its Way

Slowly From Pale Grey

Into Mottled Blue

Feathering At The Horizon

Encasing The Far Reaches Of Sea

And Off Shore Islands

Within A Veiled Hand

In Sickness and In Health

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:17pm

Let The Fever Wash

Over Me, Let The Passion

Dissolve Me In Bed