08 | February | 2014 | Joanna Gilman Hyde

February 8, 2014

COKE — COK — COCK

The Tomato-coloured Cock 9:22pm

(notes from an unscheduled meeting with an old psychiatrist)

“You’re just a very nice Lady Who lives in Shelburne –”

“Well, I don’t live in Shelburne anymore —

and do You know

what colour My Underwear is, Jimbo?”

“No, I don’t”

“It’s Red — Jimbo — Red Lace — and

do You know how many views I have

on My New York City Rooftop Painting?

three thousand, and twenty-two — what do I stand for Now?

“I don’t know –”

“I’m An American — Jimbo —

dressed here in Red, White and Blue

wearing My Pro-Life underwear —

and if You ever call Me a nice lady again

I’ll kick You in the balls”

February 8, 2014

MY LITERAL BLESSING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm

That Shower Of Silver Lights

My Shower

cleansed Me not of sin

but of all Darkness

ensuing from that stultifying depression

which was Its inevitable outcome —

I see Its Silver still

on The Ocean

I see It in My Daily Shower

I carry Its Light

free of burden

and transpose It

into

My Own Personal

Effulgence

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February 8, 2014

BATHROOM VIEW

The Hawk En-suit Bathroom 1:22pm

Eye-level to Me

as I stand before

My Bathroom Window

is The Full Curve

of The Hawk Beach

and to The East

The Full Ocean —

looking down upon

My Yard

I see My Carved-out Drive

full of snow

and The Occasional Crow

flying by

February 8, 2014

HERALD

The Hawk Dining Room 8:56am

I am awakened by a heavenly sky

framed within the arched window

of My Dining Room

The Light cuts through

the cracks of cloud

to re-create striking fields

of Grandest Streaks

reaching diagonally over The Water

illuminating Its Stretch