Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: telepathic message

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 12:45pm

You knew I would write

something festering

for today

I’m dressed like The Athletic Witch that I am:

black kicks, black capris. black underwear

grey knit zip-up running top

white bra, white socks

with two loads of laundry out on the line

first Dark, then Light

and I Got My Period

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 6:45pm

What Was It I Was Thinking

In The 3rd Grade

when I learned what Day Dreaming meant?

“Joanna,” said Mrs. Marshall

“Stop Day Dreaming”

Was I Looking Out

A West Window?

BARRINGTON PASSAGE 11:11am

My Search

for a break away cat collar

has landed Me Here

in The Offices of My Husband

& Dr Manel Premachandra

where His Kind Secretary

said She could order on line

I’ve drunk one Boost

& taken two Ativan

I HAVE A REVERENCE FOR LIFE

TRANSFERRING IMAGERY

The Hawk Portico 11:55am

If A Fly lands on My Black Sneaker

can He know how many miles I’ve walked?

Or does He find the netted fabric of My Toe

somehow familiar?

What makes Him stay here

while I drink My Tea

& decide to write?

12:14pm

I don’t object

to My Neighbour’s Flagpole

right in My Line of Vision —

It’s A Focal Point

fanning The Canadian Emblem

like flames from a hearth

out across The Atlantic

“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

*

BOTTLE BLUE BUG

The Hawk Deck 1:45pm

Bottle Blue Bug

have You come

to visit Me?

Bottle Blue Bug

Where are You going?

What do You see?

Bottle Blue Bug

what makes You so bold?

Bottle Blue Bug

what TRUTH do You hold?

 

TRANS PONDER 22

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

I See A Spider Web

Side On

It Is Galactic

The Spider In The Centre

Is Female

n’est ce pas?

EMPHATIC STATEMENT

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

What will happen with anything?

What will happen with

My One Surviving Manuscript

in My Father’s Widow’s House

in Vermont —

if It’s even There?

There’s a 6′ x 8′ painting There too

folded up, maybe in a file drawer

& I want It back

How will These Items

ever be returned?

They may have no monetary value

now

but I believe

The Manuscript at least

plays a part

in the unfolding

of Our Future

AWAKE!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:09pm

I don’t need a man

to elevate My Scripture —

It’s High Enough Already!

I don’t need a man to walk

beside Me, or behind Me with a placard

My Voice Is My Placard

I don’t need a man to go with Me

to conferences and speeches —

I’ll take My Girlfriends

I don’t need a little man

I have My Husband

& He is Big Enough, Big Time

My Love Will Fuel My Message

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born