Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: prayer

THE HAWK SHOWER 1:11pm

I hab Ma Bon Jobi

I hab ‘im ebby day

He make Ma Moon Come Up

He make Ma Sta’s Come Out

He be wib Me

when Dat Sun go down

He be wib Me

in Da Monin’

He make Ma Clock go roun’

He be Ma Bon Jobi

I own

H’ass

THE HAWK DESK WINDOW 7:25pm

I see The Luminescence

out My West Window

shining up The Water

clearing into Sky

“Away The Thunder of Today”

knowing, telling

All Is Well

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!”

“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

*

THE SOBEY’S PARKING LOT 5:15pm

I Was First In Line

For My Abortion

& I Claimed It:

Him/Her I Kept

Forever In My Shattered Heart

In The Next Room Over

From That Waiting Room

Full

Of Silent Women

SOCIAL PROFILE

 

The Hawk Kitchen 2:32pm

Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair must be a Throwback to The Fifties:

White Stay-At-Home Mom

3rd Wife to A Silver Haired Doctor

Moderate Drinker — Would Like To Smoke

NOT A CHURCH GOER

Eats Red Meat & Lots Of It

Likes To Shop but Considers Cost

Doesn’t Care (very much) What She Drives

As Long As It Works

Has Been Seen Eating @ MacDonalds

In An Off-The-Shoulder Oprah Evening Dress

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

delivered from a full upright position

this morning at The Blood Testing Clinic:

“Angels of Mercy

are Dressed In Black”

& My Voice Is My Weapon

TODAY I PRAYED

Please let Mumbo go

Please let The Island go

Please let Me go

     LET ME GO

SILVER YEARS

Dear Guy Tozzoli:

You always called Me

“The World’s Greatest Artist”

You said

“You’re The Greatest Woman To Ever Live”

You provided the rectilinear framework

I provided The Nautilus

Am I Not

“The Face Who Launched A Thousand Ships?”

“MUMBO, WHERE ARE YOU?”

I let Mumbo out This Morning

She had eaten nothing

and was sitting by the kitchen door

She sat on the deck

where I thought She might stay

the next thing I knew

She was wandering briefly

dark in The Neighbours’ Drive

She disappeared.

At lunchtime I heard from Hunter:

“Mumbo, where are You?”

AFTER SUPPER

Mumbo is camped out

on Our Black Cat Mat

in Hunter’s Room

— really The Family Room —

She had about a teaspoon

of evaporated milk

but managed to eat a few cat treats

earlier today

so maybe She’s not

on Her Last Legs