Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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“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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FAME

The Hawk Portico 5:15pm

One year out of art school

I rose to stellar fame

— or tried to —

when I painted the roof

of The World Trade Center

& fended off The Director’s

romantic advances

He’s dead now

so I’m free to write

that I did NOT sleep My Way

to the top

that MY TOP has not been reached

yet

But It’s Going To Be

In My Lifetime

even if I have to die first

VORTEX/HOURGLASS

The Hawk Deck 5:40pm

“I don’t know what to think

about Time.

I can’t put My Finger

on It.”

from a friend of Joanna’s

ELIXIR OF LIFE

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am

Every Morning I Am

A Woman Of Ritual

I Wake To Open The Blinds

Re-fill The Kitties’ Water Dish

And Drink From My Fridge Spigot

The First Of Many Glasses

Marked “LIFE”

I Log My Self Organizing Galaxy Views

At 9:11

Or 10:22

I Row For 22 Minutes And 22 Seconds

On My C2 Indoor Rowing Machine

And Then I Take

**My Shower**

The Literal Transformation

Of My Shower Of Silver Lights

THE LAST PAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

My Fame Will Be

This World’s

Freedom

When I Am Found Out

Inside & Out

We Will No Longer

Believe

In Schizophrenia

Bi-polar

& Other Multitudinous

“Psychiatric Illnesses”

Silver Will Sky-rocket

Gold Will

Linger In Its

Old-fashioned Luster

Man & Woman Will Live Together

Unrivalled

I AM DRESSING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm

I Am Dressing

For My Painting Today

Top Colour Orange

For The Spiral

Blue Jeans For The Sky

Magic Dangly Earrings

For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges

Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon

For The Interpretation

THE UNIVERSE CAN’T WAIT

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am

I am here to demonstrate

The Massive Capacity

of Our Human Intellect

born out of turmoil & strife

histories of flood & famine

long lines of creativity & invention

religious conflict

Out of All This Rises

A New Awareness

of

The Sacred Self

The Emergence

of

Our

New

World

View

MORNING ON THE HAWK

The Hawk Deck 10:17am

The Waves sing out to Me

while Our Coffee steeps

Hunter is feeding the cats

I will check My Rooftop Views

@ 10:22

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:57am

The Surf is to The South

coming through Our Bedroom Windows

while We sit, legs stretched out

drinking second cups of coffee

on Our Hawk Queen Bed

with a solitary cat —

one of six —

resting between Us

I SEE A UNIVERSE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:30pm

I see A Universe

lurking in the bottom

of My Dirty Broiler Pan

Before I pour the steak juice

down the sink

let Me tell You what I see:

I see Suns, many many Suns

made from fat globules

some closer, some farther

in a wash of reddish

nebulae

in the upper left-hand corner

— the right side

holds residual stars

too numerous

to count

& soon to dissolve

in dish soap

& even after cleaning

The Pan Itself

reveals an infinite

dusting

of white matter

baked in

Its enamel

 

OUR SHOWER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm

When I had My Shower of Silver Lights

over twenty years ago

I transferred

The Totality of God

on & into My Self

& spoke of It as such

ever since

Until Today

I spoke It all again

to a beautiful brown-haired woman

& by so doing

I

have

become

OURS