POTION IN THE SHOWER
I DRINK IN
MY 09:11 SCORE
I SMOOTH MY POTION
ON FACE & LEGS
I BRUSH MY TEETH
IN THE MIRROR
I DRESS FOR POWER
TO BE READ:
–
WHITE IS FOR THE LIGHT
BLACK IS FOR THE DARK
GREY IS FOR MY JESUS
RED IS ON MY MARK
gonna bomb dat RJ
shitting on His Rock
gonna lay up My Fire Ball
on dat Emergency Tag
gonna hit every car
every crib, zillions
bomb dis hole fuckin worl
I see The Pink Cloud
that spawned Me
easing its way over
the salty horizon
Oh — now it’s grey
& I’m in The Latter Half
of My Existence
here on Earth
where I can log
& watch
The Sky
“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
*
The Hawk Kitchen 2:32pm
Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair must be a Throwback to The Fifties:
White Stay-At-Home Mom
3rd Wife to A Silver Haired Doctor
Moderate Drinker — Would Like To Smoke
NOT A CHURCH GOER
Eats Red Meat & Lots Of It
Likes To Shop but Considers Cost
Doesn’t Care (very much) What She Drives
As Long As It Works
Has Been Seen Eating @ MacDonalds
In An Off-The-Shoulder Oprah Evening Dress
delivered from a full upright position
this morning at The Blood Testing Clinic:
“Angels of Mercy
are Dressed In Black”
& My Voice Is My Weapon
Me & M’ Bulletproof Vest
DAT AINT NO CONDOM
gonna be wavin’
gots M’ Designer Shades up
gots M’ Kicks
got M’ 22 —
M’ Flo Pen
hawk dem Ghetto Birds
NO HALF STEPPIN
Me & M’ Bulletproof Threads
gonna be struttin’ wid M’ Pilot
gonna put up M’ Burner
bomb M’ Tag
I’M ALL CITY
I Am All Woman
I Weigh 145
In All The Right Places
I wear a .push-up bra
on the recommendation
of My 17 year-old Daughter
My Hair Has Three Strands Of Grey —
Red, White, & Blue
The President Of The United States
is 3 months younger than Me
& I Have The Same Birthday
as Stephen Harper
I Keep My Family Fed
& My House In Order
My Political Views
are for Public Consumption
& Some Of Them
Are NOT Very Tasty
H-e-a-r
I Am
dressed in a white sweat shirt
My Daughter’s pyjama bottoms
H-e-a-r
I Am
drinking a cup of tea — Earl Grey
sitting in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Arm Chair
H-e-a-r
I Am
next to The Sliding Glass Doors
It’s Grey Out
I Have To Check
On My Black & White Cat