The Hawk Corner Room, Home of My Globe 8:11pm
I have landed on Alert
True North
to make My Proclamation
that santa claus is Poison —
santa & his elves & raindeer
& mrs clause too
need to be wiped off
The Face of This Planet —
This Planet which is My Face
I will dedicate My Life
to The Restoration
of Children’s Minds
I would have broken Communion
with You with Your Name
on a maple-frosted cookie
on sale from No Frills
up in My Dark-creviced Bedroom
away from My Family —
I would have broken through
The Lie of Christmas symbolized
as The Literal Snow Job
fertility rite within the broken wreath — egg
with a lying elf responsible
for any materialistic answer
coming — ejaculating
down The Vagina Chimney
to lay out His Wares
at a triangular bush with stars
— The Heavens —
all over It
I would have broken through
The Myth of Our Making
with You
on a cookie
but I was
ashamed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 