joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: January, 2016

I AM FABULOUS!!!!!

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm

I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair

to Its Self Organizing Length

I have already thrown out

My Black Jesus Underwear

& am taking My Black & Fuchsia

to The Salvation Army

I am wearing pale lipstick

I am taking up knitting

& MAYBE baking cookies —

The Severe Mrs Blair

has been outgrown

into The Youth of Joanna Hyde

before Her Mother Died

& She is of a quiet demeanor

Who now yells “Bless You”

when people sneeze!!!

NEW LIGHT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:06pm

I see The Clarity

of The Day in My Soul

from My Kitchen Outpost Window

I see The Blue of The Ocean

weight no longer upon Me

now with the waves

spraying ashore

each splash exemplifying the freshness

of My Lightened

Heart

AN ARTIST’S LINE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:04am

From the wet snow of yesterday

I see a single white wire

a line of necklace grace

where usually the black

hovers unnoticed

THE PACKAGE THAT I AM

The Hawk TV Room 2:30pm

“I Poured Out My Black Heart”

is not to be hung.

Instead It is rolled up

& stored away in the basement

behind the bowsprit of My Mother’s boat.

I am no longer reminded

of Its Glittering “D”

& have moved into My Gracious Future

without Him.

HE IS A KIND OF POISON

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:10am

He is a kind of poison

embedded in My Heart

if He were away from Me

I could do My Art

HALO TIME

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:32pm

Seeing My Halo

I am wearing My Fuchsia Turtle-neck

which I have to take off carefully

so as not to squoosh

My False Eyelashes

when I take

M(EYE) Blood Pressure

every half-hour

— I suppose I could just take My Left Arm out —

Yes — that works —

 

M(EYE) FORTITUDE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:31am

I have built a fortress

out of fuchsia and black

to live within My Religion’s

confines

I will not step out

of My Cloister

I will reside

in My Nunnery

& thirst

until I die

 

DEATH OF MY DELUSION OR NO MORE FOOLING AROUND

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:35am

’twas The Life

of My Daughter

including Her Gestation

22 Years

held within the spell

of religious fervour

(or should that be fever?)

over the spectacle of a man

Yes, I’ll say it —

a scrawny man

a leprechaun

 Who, I thought, spawned

the only magic

in My Life

and His

and now I don’t know

where He’s gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OPEN A CRACK

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am

Open This Door

Come Into My Delusion

You Are Welcome Here

With Me On A Mat

of Black Satin

Fuchsia Pillow Between

My Legs

Lay With Me

& I Will Tell You

My Life Story —

Oh How I Was A Child Once —

While We Both Smoke

Our Opium Haze

DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND THIS?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:55pm

What am I

without the love

of An Idea

rather than the man

embodying

It?