Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: human-rights

MODEL

The Hawk Deck 10:40am

I Am A Model

Human Being

I Choose My Clothes Wisely

paying careful attention

to Colours

to The Significance of Jewellery

I go prepared

With Time On My Hands

into any Social

or Political

Situation

I Stand For Righteousness

Fair Treatment

& Reverence

for

Human Life

I Am A Model

of

My Existence

MY GUESS

The Hawk Portico 10:22pm

My Guess Is That Cats

Worry The Birds

At Nesting Time

Much Like Predatory Governments

The World Over

Disturb The Population

Of People Trying

To Make A Living

(And I Don’t Mean To Paint Cats Black)

THE TRICK

The Hawk Basement 10:22am

God is feeding off Me

eating Himself into My Heart

coercing Me, propelling me

closer & closer

to The Day of Desire

unleashed

through My Desire

set up by God

Twenty Years Ago

The Day of Reckoning

will unfold automatically

& I will not be responsible

for Its

Outcome

AFTER THE EMBRACE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

Face To Face

with My Favourite Psychiatrist

I stated The Obvious:

“I can fulfil Your Ultimate Fantasy —

didn’t You say You wanted to be

Canada’s Greatest Psychiatrist?”

“That was just a manner of speaking –“

“Are You being Honest?”

“Joanna, You’re standing on The Edge

of a Cliff, looking down –“

I fell headlong into a morass

of psychosis, medication

& the strongest physical desire

I had ever known

for The Little Doctor

Who had embraced Me

on October 22, 1993 

SOBEY’S

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:45pm

Sobey’s is a home-grown grocery operation

with A Parking Lot

as one of the most innocent

& unassuming

public spaces

in existence

(at least around here)

Unsuspecting Shoppers

push Their Full Carts to Their Cars

push Empty Carts back

to The Cart Corral

Which says “In The Event

of An Emergency

Gather Here”

What is Sobey’s 

preparing

for?

DEPENDENCE DAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

In This Red Book

I Write Instruction

for Women of Child-bearing Years

I Write Steadfast Instruction:

Lay Down Your Tools

of Abortion

Think

of The Twins

Think

of The Single Entities of Humanity

Look At What You Are Doing

To Your Selves

And To The People Who Love You

Think

of What Possession

You Have Been Given —

How Can You Not Want It?

He And She Are A Significant Part

of You

And You Are

All Of Them

CROWD-PLEASING CHANT

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

WHO IS GOD?

We Are God

WHAT IS GOD?

We Are God

WHERE IS GOD?

Here Is God

WHERE?

Here!

WHERE?

Here!!

WHERE?!

Hear!!!

WINDOWS ON THE WORLD

The Hawk Deck 11:35am

“We know that Two Planes

ran into The World Trade Center —

what else is true

We do not know”*

— overtaken by My Father

lumbering up the stairs

to My Shower

squishing used bars of soap together

His Noxema & Sensodyne

were not so innocent —

but That was only His Ghost

telling Me He was in cahoots

with The Muslims

in Riyadh

when He lived over there

for 25 years

before having lunch @ Windows On The World

with Guy Tozzoli & Me

where no mention whatsoever

was made of My

Galactic Bullseye

*quote from WHB

AQUIRING SIGNAL

The Hawk Living Room 3:30pm

hook Me up

to My Members of Silver & Gold

My Robotic Arms

of The West

to carry Your Instruction

when a Reshma Begum emerges

in Pink & Violet —

tell Me what to say:

Say It, Damn It, Say It —

why has It taken the deaths

of one thousand, one hundred

Eastern Garment Workers

to force a call

to God?

I HAVE A MESSAGE

The Hawk Family Room 4:52pm

I Have A Message

fuelled by One Blonde Beer

sitting in A Brown Leather Swivel Chair

looking South Out A Double Window —

My Husband lists the unavailability

of Silver

by domestic bullion dealers

My Message Is:  Gather Your Wits

buy what You can of Grain

& Gold

& hold onto Your Children, Your House

Your Guiding Beliefs

let not the government

break down Your Door