Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2013

“Live For The Moment”

The Tomato-coloured Couch  7:15pm

My Body Told Me

“Live For The Moment”

with surges, pushes and passages

as I lay on the centre floor

of The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

nearly twenty years ago

re-Mind-ing Me

never to let go

of His Hands on Me

when I told Him

“There Is A God”

PSYCHIATRIC MEMORY UNREMEMBERED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:42pm

an elderly blond nurse

put Me in My Pyjamas

from My Wedding Trousseau

and as She thought I had laid down 

to “settle”

I surprised Her

by popping up to declare:

“Wait A Minute –“

but what was that

I was thinking?

I didn’t say —

CAMI CAME BACK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

Hunter had A Ginger Calico

disappear for 13 days

until today when She trotted

2lbs lighter, mewing

onto The Deck

into My Arms

from whence I pronounced A Miracle

& after eating

& revisiting Her Surroundings

The Prodigal Daughter went to sleep

in Her Cami Condo

WINDOWS ON THE WORLD

The Hawk Deck 11:35am

“We know that Two Planes

ran into The World Trade Center —

what else is true

We do not know”*

— overtaken by My Father

lumbering up the stairs

to My Shower

squishing used bars of soap together

His Noxema & Sensodyne

were not so innocent —

but That was only His Ghost

telling Me He was in cahoots

with The Muslims

in Riyadh

when He lived over there

for 25 years

before having lunch @ Windows On The World

with Guy Tozzoli & Me

where no mention whatsoever

was made of My

Galactic Bullseye

*quote from WHB

THE JOKER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

One hospitalized night

I saw The Meaning Of Life

open out before My Astonished Eyes

to reveal a profound Joke —

A Joke I had no way of expressing

but A Joke to make The World Laugh

not to Death

but to Life

A New Life, A New Era

where God is unnecessary

where God can be laughed off

laughed at

& thrown into a corner

a rigid corner, or pocket (like a pool table)

where He can see

He no longer resides

on Earth

except in the form

of uncornered Humans

Who find Their True Meaning

in a spirituality

unseparate

FOR MY DEAR BERNARD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm

We have come back into

each other’s lives

thanks primarily to the Internet

and here We are — corresponding

I was on a cloud of happiness

to be reunited with You

Who held such a place

in My Very Young Childhood

Now You Have Asked The Fateful Question:

“Joanna, how do you spend Your Days?”

My Answer:

Like You Bernard, waiting for the production of Your Musical —

I am waiting for My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting

Self Organizing Galaxy

to blow the roof off 911

EVENING LIFE

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:30pm

The Hawk Inlet is calm

reflecting a thick & hazy sunset

The Cape is green

along Its jagged dunes

One Puzzled Mosquito

spies on Me

through the window

as I sit on My Desk

QUICK CHANGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm

I have traded in

My Thick Grey Robe

for dark grey Simon Chang pants

a white sweat shirt

with Star Man Pin

at My Throat

Nike sneakers

(I did check the mail)

all the better

to meet My Husband

when He comes Home

after 9:11

Dr Blair Harbours An Artist

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:15pm

Dr Blair has a modern house

keeping A New York City Artist

next to the sea shore

She dances to Radioactive in Her Bathrobe

drinking a beer

& talking on the phone

out on The Hawk Deck

where She wonders if Her Voice

carries

Afternoon Catch-up

The Hawk Deck 4:30pm

The Clouds look painted on

— not fake — just oily & slim

(if I knew brush sizes I could tell You)

across from The West heavier & streaked

to The East knotty & piled

The Sun is somewhere

coming around to the back of My House

for setting later

maybe I’ll get My Beer