Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Self Organizing Galaxy

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

GRAFFITI BY PROXY

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

THE HAWK KITCHEN 9:57pm

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

Self Organizing Galaxy

& watch

The Sky

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!”

“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

*

SOCIAL PROFILE

 

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

THE HAWK DESK WINDOW 5:00pm

Sobey’s Parking Lot

in Barrington Passage

has a yellow sign

with red letters afixed

to Its Central Cart Corral:

“In The Event of An Emergency

 Gather Here”

Twice Now I Have Thought

of Standing There

To Signify We Are

In The Social Emergency

of Our Existence:

We Should Be Gathering

Our Female 13-17 age group

Our Female 55-64 age group

Our Male 45-54 age group


PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

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

HAWK WRITER

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 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

WATCH OUT WORLD

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