Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Self Organizing Galaxy

HERO MUSIC

The Hawk Basement NOON

The Glittering Oyster

Open-shelled

Is what We Delve Into

When We Die

With All Minds

Before

&

Ahead

Of Our

Selves

FOR BEN NAGA

The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm

I was trying to re-write an excerpt

from My Shredded Manuscript

but I failed.

It was about

The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ

thrown by Me

The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —

where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne

(the plane, not Me)

flying into earlier and earlier time zones

appearing at the head of the plane

naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport

and The Whole World would be invited

but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.

I failed

to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend

regardless of the weather

but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept

the invitation

Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept

because they cover their woman at all times

and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.

The rest of the world would be offended

by The Muslim Countries not going, so

MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen

and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.

2,222 VIRAL SPIRAL VIEWS

The Hawk Kitchen 8:53am

I Am Waking

To A Pool Of Silver

Outside My Kitchen Window

The Clouds Are Stratus

The Sun Is Bold

High & White

Feeding Me

As I Sit Illuminated

Upon My Kitchen Chair

BODY-READ

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:54am

My Nipples Are Twin Galaxies

with My Arms raised

over My Head

They align Themselves symmetrically

diagonally taut

with My Moles

as stray stars

in the foreground

I HAVE A PLAN

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:34pm

My Master Plan is to be The Star

Super like no other

so that all I touch will turn to Silver

& all I own to Gold

I will dress My Self as I do now

with careful thought & pride

& live upon My Cans of Soup

My Flame Flung Far & Wide

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

THE HAWK MUSKRAT POND

April 5th, The Hawk West Desk Window 10:50pm

Tonight I Hear The Peepers First

A Sound I Hold So Dear

Heralding My Spring To Me

Allaying All I Fear

Such As Death

So Near To Me

I Read Of Just That Fate

For One Guy F. Tozzoli In New York

Who Permitted Me To Paint

THE NEW STAR

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:38pm

I’ve just spray-painted

A New Silver Star

on a piece of plywood

built against the basement wall

It Radiates Its Distance

while I sit and row

on My Concept2 Rowing

Machine

having clocked 17,405,229 metres

THANKS

The West Desk Window 6:54pm

The Thanks Bestowed

Upon The Day I’ve Lead

Unfurls Itself

Upon My Head

The Rays Of Sun

Behind My Clouds

Stirs Me Up

Makes Me Proud

GIANTESS OF THE WEST

The Hawk Family Room 12:45pm

In My Little White Gym Suit

Out On The Most Visible Rooftop

In The Whole Wide World

I Laid Out My Spiral Of Colour

For Humanity

& Let My Hair Down

Dressed In See-thru Black

For The Signing Of A Lifetime