Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2012

I JUST WOKE FROM A DREAM

I just woke from a dream

of being hurled to a prison floor

with My X Husband’s German Shepherd

lying on Me, peeing on Me

so I couldn’t get up

I couldn’t call to that dog I once cared about

Someone got Me out

assigned Me to a Shower

when I stood before Her

I announced, “This is because of dog urine”

She said,  “You danced all night once in My House”

The Shower was open to a room

filled with teenagers giggling and watching

as I stood naked

under a series of levers,

some of them broken,

I chose “Stream”

and was assailed, blasted

and again could not breathe

Someone chose “Rain”

and that was better, lighter

but then Someone made “Iridescent  Bubbles”

pop out of a circulating shower bar

overhead

and I was happy

THE CURE FOR SCHIZOPHRENIA is…

YOU DON’T HAVE IT

THE HAWK DECK 6:00pm

How grateful I am

for the rustling hedge

for The Second Labatt’s Blue

there in The Fridge

H–‘s upstairs finishing

a nap

Eliza’s been horsed

all that’s left

is supper

on tap

ATLANTICA 5:17pm

How many exhausted women

have taken Their Hands

out of The Hand Wash —

The Laundry of Husbands

& Hospitals —

to dry Their Hands

to write?

ATLANTICA 10:35am

I wonder if I am going

to fall into a routine —

sleeping with My Pills

showering in The Morning

walking to The Infirmary

visiting Dr Blair —

walking back to The Hotel

awaiting My Message

There

THE SUN SETTING IS A CELESTIAL OCCURRENCE

God Made That Peach

or Did That Peach

have The Know-how

To Make Itself?

Why Is There Something Rather Than Nothing?

If There Were Nothing

No One Would Know

& There Would Be No Question

Rudder’s, Yarmouth, NS

We are teetering on The Brink

of abandoning God

which We Must Not Do

for then We would Be

Abandoning Ourselves

THE HAWK DECK 8:25pm

Tonight I See

Oh — where did It go?

I See, I Write

an ink blot

White Ink

against a grey page

of Sky

8:39pm

Why on Earth is That Sun taking so Long?

It’s preparing to make a Rainbow

— a full arc with rainbow ripples

on The Inner Edge

*

THE HAWK DECK 6:11pm

I see a Cloudscape

beyond layers

of bamboo shrub

& scrub spruce

mountainous over The Blue Horizon

exalting

in My Nimbus

of Regeneration

THE HAWK WEST WINDOW 10:30pm

The World Ended

for a sprinkling of ants

poured out from a Root Beer can

I picked up Today

@ The Base of My Painting

EMBLEM FOR THE GROWTH OF SILVER

@ The Side of Highway 3

teeming through

My Barrington Passage

THE HAWK FRONT DOOR 11:55am

There’s powder on My Face

My White Sweat Shirt

over My New Black

Push Up Bra

I put on Black Socks

old jeans that still fit

I’m off to shop for The Makings

of Stew

with My Cans still rattling

around

in My Black Escape

The Noon Radio News reports

“rising tide levels along coastal regions

& severe weather events 

in the coming years.”

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