Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm

I AM NOT AN ARTIST

WRITING IN FEROCITY

I AM SICK OF WAITING

ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS

I AM ONE HUMAN BEING

CAUGHT

IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE

MIND WORKS

CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY

BUT THAT IS NOT

WHO I AM

I AM PUSHING OUT

THE MADE-UP PERSONAE

OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST

I AM DENYING GOD

HAVING A HOLD ON ME

I was just an innocent girl

when The Shower of Lights

befell Me

I thought They were from God

Well, I have news

BIG NEWS —

THEY WERE FROM MY MIND

MY MIND CREATED THEM —

I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD

IN MY MIND

MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD

God is a pee wee

 

“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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ODALISQUE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45am

Back in My Bed

on the pretence of not enough sleep

I lie in repose

and wonder the look

on The Face

of The Nameless, Faceless Doctor

Who scraped out My Dear .4

and what of it

in My Reclining Pose

had I demanded My Pieces

be saved —

saved in a jar of formaldehyde?

ELIXIR OF LIFE

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am

Every Morning I Am

A Woman Of Ritual

I Wake To Open The Blinds

Re-fill The Kitties’ Water Dish

And Drink From My Fridge Spigot

The First Of Many Glasses

Marked “LIFE”

I Log My Self Organizing Galaxy Views

At 9:11

Or 10:22

I Row For 22 Minutes And 22 Seconds

On My C2 Indoor Rowing Machine

And Then I Take

**My Shower**

The Literal Transformation

Of My Shower Of Silver Lights

LOOK OUT

The Hawk Living Room 5:15pm

I can let the axe fall

on anyone:

husband

mortgagee

friend —

but not child

for a child

I have all praise

and sympathy

children are growing

into falsehood

and where innocence remains

I have unconditional love

KNOW THYSELF

The Hawk Living Room 3:17pm

My Seething Insides

can be delved into

examined under glass

for the purpose

of Human Kind

I am One Example

of The Seven or more

Billion Specimens

here for the purpose

of knowing

Themselves

as They would know

God

RADIO-ACTIVE

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am

I Am The Demonstrative Child

dancing naked in Her Babysitter’s living room

go ahead & look at Me

get stuff off Me

what I have to offer

is in My Mind

You can grab It —

The New Social Reform

but I put My Foot down

when The Song’s over

“IT’S ALL PAID FOR — IT’S ON THE REFRIGERATOR”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

“Our Family deals with Its Dead

in a peculiar way

My Dad is buried under The Pine Tree named Helmuth

— Not My Dad but His Ashes —

We go sometimes & pour beer on Him

because He liked beer

He was in a one-gallon ice cream container

in the trunk of Mom’s Chevy Nova —

before The Pine Tree

My Father, Helmuth Art Putz, was in a beer stein

about a foot and a half tall

That Pine Tree grows exponentially —

Here’s Your Mom, in a golden box —

I was prying It open with a screwdriver —

I wasn’t sure if the ashes were really My Mother —

after We threw My Mom & Granmom into the river

— not Them, Their ashes —

We asked for a sign

all the lilly pads were stagnating

We threw in irises

a blue heron flew overhead

& the lilly pads lifted up”

SERVICE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:45pm

I Am Able To Set The Table

As I Am

Your Reason For Schizophrenia —

a played-out conundrum

I Am The Reason

The Intellect Behind

Child-like Frankness

I Am The Purpose

Behind Hallucinations

Sleep Deprivation

Voices From Afar

As I Am The Human Being

Capable Of Imagining

Any Vision, Any Dream

Capable Of Consuming

The Place Set

For Our Changing Minds

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