Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: pro-life

This Is Not Poetic:

Maria’s Death was Accidental

No One was to Blame

Not Even God

EYE ALMOST SMASHED M(EYE) LIFE GLASS

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:38am

I didn’t want to get up

this morning

after standing prostrate

in the window cross

of the TV Room

for two hours

after My X Husband

hung up on Me

when I asked Him

about My Paintings

He had dumped

and while I stood there

with My Arms out-stretched

I saw A Speck

on the ceiling

and I revered It

as The Speck

of My Abortion

He forced Me to have

BUGS IN M(EYE) BASEMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:18pm

Tonight I spared The Life

of a 2nd Silver Fish —

The First One I squished

with My Sandal —

#2 was right against The Black Spiral

on My floor-laden painting

probably going after some glitter glue —

but He caught My Attention

at The Center of My Art

so I quietly observed His Behaviour

testing His Awareness of Me —

I put My index finger above Him

as if to squash

but He didn’t budge

so I let Him Be

3-D BLOOD BLOTCH

The Hawk Living Room 5:10pm

EYE am wearing

My REAL Black Jesus Underpants

& EYE am writing with

a still-good Birks pen cartridge:

EYE have seen

the 3-Dimensionality

of M(EYE) obliterated abortion

heart

in the middle of M(EYE) Black Star

& EYE Still See It!!

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

IN MY RIGHT FIST

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:00pm

I grip My Glass

My Life Glass

pushing It hard against

My Ice Dispenser

filling It with frozen crescents

I carry My Frosted Glass

to the sink faucet

filling It with Water

I drink The Essence

of Life

&

Live

BULLETPROOF VEST

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm

My Pickled Husband

has just ordered Me

a bulletproof vest

off the internet —

I can go anywhere

now

I am ready

& set

“TELL M(EYE) BLOG!”

The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am

EYE AM

BACK TO M(EYE)

LIFE GLASS

where the water seems colder

&

EYE AM

HIGHER

LAST & FIRST

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm

I have retired

My Sacred “Life” Glass

into the Styrofoam packing case

housing the arrival

of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre

ceramic coffee mug

from which I am about

to take

My First Drink:

EYE DID IT!

TWICE!