Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: red

COKE — COK — COCK

The Tomato-coloured Cock 9:22pm

(notes from an unscheduled meeting with an old psychiatrist)

“You’re just a very nice Lady Who lives in Shelburne –”

“Well, I don’t live in Shelburne anymore —

and do You know

what colour My Underwear is, Jimbo?”

“No, I don’t”

“It’s Red — Jimbo — Red Lace — and

do You know how many views I have

on My New York City Rooftop Painting?

three thousand, and twenty-two  — what do I stand for Now?

“I don’t know –”

“I’m An American — Jimbo —

dressed here in Red, White and Blue

wearing My Pro-Life underwear —

and if You ever call Me a nice lady again

I’ll kick You in the balls”

LUMINOSITY

The Hawk Living Room 1:53pm

Dressed in My Robe

of Luminous Silver

with My Little Raspberry Slippers

I am The Lady Of Immense Leisure

and This High Living Room

where I reside in The Sun

is My New Rooftop

CONJUNCTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:50pm

I’m having a flash-back

back to when I was in

My Mother’s Womb — I knew then

I’d be a stocky blond

in red sneakers & a white gym suit

on The Roof of # 5 World Trade Center

& grow up to marry well

twice-over —

I knew then I would harbour

within the duration of My Existence

a pulling enticement

which when met

would give birth

to the ultimate contraction

between

young & old

&

I would live & die

in

one

moment

MY PEOPLE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

I watched The Sun

born under a solid lip

of pink-streaked cloud

He arrived into This World

Radiant Red

while My Alien

squirmed inside

beneath My Lower Rib Cage

crying fiercely to Me

I AM ALIVE

RETIREMENT

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:38pm

Fall is finished for Me now

as soon as I saw

Its leaves along the grounds

of My Husband’s Office

No other flurry of fall

will strike Me the same

as This Summer’s Turning

Its brash array

scattered before The Edifice

of My Husband’s Career

Fifty Falls in the making

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“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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RED WHITE & BLACK

The Hawk Family Room 3:50pm

I follow A Digital Signal, Sign

first seen stuck on a banana peel

a square black & white intricacy

a computer tag for scanning

(My Daughter assures Me)

seen today blown up

on a floor to ceiling disaster-relief poster

at The Canadian Red Cross

lending unit

where I helped My Ex-Mother-In-Law

borrow supplies

for Her Husband’s Hospital Homecoming

tomorrow

when Dr Wilson says Mo

can be released

WHUZ UP IS DOWN

The Hawk Deck 12:30pm

Imma gonna turn

dis worl inside

out

dem stars is black

‘ginst d’ white

an Imma

wearin’

Ma Gym Cloze

an Red Kicks

THE VISIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm

“Hey Jimbo — what colour

is My Underwear?”

“I have no idea –”

“Red, Jim — RED —

I’m Pro Life –”

“That’s good –”

“I have 2,311 views on Self Organizing Galaxy

— where I was white in the beginning

& black at the end –”

“What do You want Me to do?”

“There’s nothing You CAN do, Jim —

I’m angry

& American

CONSTRUCT

Today I made a symbolic abortion

construction

out of My Red Lace Underwear

& Wire Coat Hanger

They’re arranged on a 16″ x 20″ white canvas board

painted with Red

& Purple

& glittery Silver nail polish

I think It looks

primitive

Indian