Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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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

TRANSFIGURATION 2

The Hawk Out Post 12:51pm

The Blue Jay

bore out of the bush

to a rock in My Far Yard

 then to The Scraggly Apple

— I kept My Eye on Him —

— feeling My Blood —

& He Came to

Me

He Came

 

The Gold-rimmed Journal

The Hawk Window Seat 4:27pm

Today My Black Jesus

Outfit List

inadvertently, but with My Consent

went into The Hands

of A Young Man

in Whom I have My Faith

as An Artist

as A Writer

as A Person

as A Creator

I hope His Acquisition

finds Its Way

into His Future

GOOD GOD

The Hawk Kitchen 6:47pm

I See A Bird Of Silver

Against A Cloud Of Grey

It Signals To Me

All Is Well

And This Is How We’ll Stay

INTELLECTUALIZING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:50pm

I am The Intellectual

sitting cross-legged on My Tomato-coloured Couch

drinking lemon-flavoured seltzer

from My Life Message Glass

I gaze from My Central Candle

to The Winter Window

& wonder when My “Good Morning, World!”

will enter every household

THE PRAYER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm

I have delivered A Prayer

— The First I’ve Ever Written —

through The Sacred Postal Service

but I don’t know how

My Children’s Grandfather

will receive It

MY ADVERSARIAL GOD

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am

My God is not The God

of honey & sunshine

butterflies & beetles —

My God is The God

of 9/11

Hard-hitting & Hard-core

The God of The Dark

through Which railing against

We find Our Heart-felt

Heart-beating Meaning

of Life

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

http://youtu.be/oV5G-DlvZ9Y

 

“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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RECEPTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:00pm

There Was No Little Yellow Bird

In The Scraggly Apple

When I Said My Prayer

Today

But The Waves Were There

The Waves Heard Me

And So My Prayer

Is Answered

THE PRAYER

The Hawk Deck 12:30pm

I just thought

a prayer

for the Life of

My Little Bird —

In My Mind I Said:

Please God, spare

The Life of

My Little Bird

I spoke to

The Divine

Outside of Me