Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Public Art

THE HAWK RED DECK CHAIR

3:42pm

Light fog has been heated up

by hurricanes Leslie and Michael

as I listen to My Southerly Surf

with an intermittent skill saw

I hope stops going

I’ve applied The 1st Coat

of Silver Nail Polish

to both sets of Fingers

here in My Red Deck Chair

on a Sunday Afternoon

2 days before The Exact Anniversary

now I’ll apply The 2nd

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 12:15

I have just been spoken to

by the augmentation of The Surf:

God Is Trapped By Humanity

Humanity Is Trapped By God

 

I’M INSIDE A GOD DAMN F–ING FAIRY TALE

The Waves are merely seductive

They’re keeping Me here

on The Deck

or in The Bedroom with windows open

Last Night I yelled to My Perturbed Husband

I might not write again —

I might go babbling My Head off

whenever & wherever I felt like It —

saying anything I feel

& if I get carted away by The Police

I would just say “Sorry Officer —

I choose to write verbally

& My Delivery is NOT SEDUCTIVE”

CHAPTERS

I found My Voice

in Chapters today

rising from the Well–Being section

 

My Voice was heard

above a wall of five stacks

–counted for My Husband–

demanding

“What Does Well–Being

MEAN?”

THE HAWK DECK ANNIVERSARY

Today is One Year

from when My Friend Craziest Horse

uploaded Self Organizing Galaxy

onto YouTube–

I am a YouTube Artist now

with a solid 1,535 views under My Vest

and a career that’s unfolding

into the 2nd half of My Life

POST 122

SILVER

and anything associated with it

TIME IS OUR MEDIUM

I am checking My Views

for Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am & 9:11pm

Atlantic Standard Time

THE HAWK DINING ROOM 7:05pm

Mrs Blair eats

Her rib-splitting bowl of spaghetti

while awaiting the return

of Dr Blair

and imagines Her Self

attending The Outdoor Concert

of all women singers

in Lockeport, Nova Scotia

next weekend

6:15pm

A Canadian Maple Leaf

is A Star

RED STAR

undulating

Above The Blue Horizon

ON MY WAY TO THE MAIL BOX

In My School, Valley Cottage

I Swang on d’ Swings

w’ Mark Brown & Philip Duncan

& Louis Jordan

dey were Black Boys

dey were My Frens

d’ Black Girls

Rang Roun’ Me

dey Shuvved Me

dey Beat Me Up