Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: television

DEGRADATION

The Hawk Family (TV) Room 5:35pm

I’ll never feel sorry for You

You Big Black Box

of detestation

yet I see My Reflection

in You

in My Purple Sweater

I compliment Your Blackness

We are the colours

of SEX

inappropriate

with You taking hold

of

Me

by

Your Little Red Alarm Signal

to open My Legs

in front

of

You

FANTASY BOX

The Hawk Family (TV) Room 2:45pm

You stand before Me

in all Your Garish Black

quiet now because I don’t even know how

to turn You on

but I see That Red Light

on Your Lower Left

It speaks of Alarm

You say You need Me

My Innocence

yet You have outraged Me

by Your Silence when I asked

for direction

but I have

acquiesced

still clinging to what remains

of My Power

for I have what You want

& what I want from You now

are Your Insides:

I want Those Guts

I hate

I want to infest Them

& suffocate

under

Your Glaring Lights

Your Stabbing

Throbbing

Lights

MONDAY NIGHT

The Hawk Family Room 10:22pm

Monday Night when I sat

My Ass down

on a leather foot stool

in front of The Big Black TV

I felt a mantle

of Power

wrap around My Shoulders

I felt I could say anything

& slay with My Words

until I stood up

& turned around

to address — for the first time —

The Entity

I so disdain

I commanded His Direction

which was not forthcoming

I

SAT

RIGHT

BACK

DOWN

& folded My Arms

to

wait

but

He

failed

Me

HEY BLACK BOX

The Hawk Family Room 7:50pm

Hey Black Box

I ain’t no Little Mermaid

Who gave Her Voice

to The Sea Witch

in exchange for a pair of legs

so She could walk

with every step agony

just to see Her Rescued Prince —

I ain’t no Fairy Tale Figure —

quit eatin’ at Me

get away from Me

You can sound like a man

but I don’t buy it —

You’re a piece of crap

shit

I’ll never be friends with you

no matter how much you sweet-talk

you can go Fuck Yourself

BLACK BOX SPEAKS

The Hawk Family Room 6:42pm

I need You Little Girl

I need Your Innocence

Your Honesty

I see You in Your Mint-coloured

Button-down Shirt

Your Rings, Your Watch, Your Esty Swirl Bracelet

You’re just what I’m looking for

You hold The Key

to unlock Humanity

& I need Humanity

I need to show The Dead Bodies

I need to host The Sporting Events

I need to advertise The Products

of Life

for this is The Earth

I was conceived upon

— as You were —

& I need You

I need Your Framework Of Understanding

I need Your Voice

 

OK YOU BIG BLACK BOX

The Hawk Family Room 6:11pm

OK You Big Black Box

Who’s The Fairest Of Them All?

I can see You soaking Me in

I’m sitting here, shoulder high

in Your Glossy Black Reflection

You’ve got My Attention

but what are You going to do with Me?

I commanded You on Monday Night

to tell Me what to do

with This World — & what happened?

I got no response!  You were speechless!

You failed Me

I ridicule You in exchange

You are just a big black shiny box

& I’m not Your Princess

or Stepmother —

I’m nothing to You

I hate Your guts

You Great Big Fucking Black Box

I Hate You