Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: white

MOTIVATION

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44am

I pulled up The Evening Blind

on Today’s Morning

on A Big White Truck

passing Our Living Room Window

showing Me I am On Track

I will not lie in bed

I will row on My Rowing Machine

take A Shower

and make Eggplant Parmesan

MY WHITE TRUCKS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm

White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy

I saw One driving out of the polling station today

after voting for My Liberal MLA

(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)

Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life

GOVERNMENT SHUT DOWN

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am

I am wearing the colour of vulnerability

is it still the colour of surrender?

I stand in the bathroom mirror

& look at My Self — Dual Citizen

a representative of North America

in LL Bean Blue Jeans

& white sweat shirt

Grey Star at My Neck

Diamond Rings blaze on both My Hands

What do I stand for?

Canadian/US Citizen

on guard

for

Thee

STARSHIP

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

She wore Her Layers of Spandex Grey

& stepped upon the ladder

“I’ll have to have The Man I Made

and It’s no laughing matter”

He then appeared in Spandex White

& claimed Her Hand was His —

off They flew into The Night

A Duo on Their Dash to “IZ”

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“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

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SOON

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:56pm

I am feeding

on the greenery of quiet

waiting for word

from a fleet of white

Silverados

telling Me

“Now’s The Time

Just Sit Tight

We’ll Be There Soon —

The Answer Will Be Soon — ”

The opening of My Cocoon

will be applauded

THE GIRL & THE TOWER

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm

I am the eleven-year-old school girl

trudging up Mountainview Avenue

deliberately crossing through woods

in front of My House

rather than take the paved drive way

I am a Tower of Poetic License

I write My Life as It comes to Me

in grades of Sterling Silver

in shades of reconciliation

between black & white

I am Alive

& I know it

even in My Seep

I AM A RELIGIOUS PERSON

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

I Have Been Sent

By My Spirit

To This Time

This Place

For The Acquisition

Of A Proper

Life

Of Heady Happiness

Deep Mourning

& The Exclamation

Of Perfection

In All Things

WORTH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

I stand in a shaft of sun

drinking from My Silver-frosted

Chalice of Life

I stop to look

at just what I am

consuming

I see The Earth

The Potency of Life

quivering

in My Well-oiled

Grip

COCOON

The Hawk Kitchen 8:00pm

I Am The White Jesus

Arms Held In

Across My Chest

In A White Sweatshirt

White Shorts

White Underwear

My Old Psychiatrist

Warned Me About

Dressing Like Christ

— I Can If I Want —

Especially In My Own

Kitchen

With A View

To The Neighbours’

With Their White

Car From The 50’s

In Their Back Yard