joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: September, 2017

SILHOUETTE IN GREY

My Corner Room 9:42am 

There lies a massive ship

Embanked by the horizon

Between the grey of the sky

And the grey of the ocean

Held by the silver line —

The strip of its own proportion —

Eye couldn’t see it

Otherwise

PLASTER

Somewhere in my house 6:24am

Eye have been shot

Through the hips

Thigh

More than I care to remember

And now I must cry

Out for The Man

Who will bring M(eye) Face

Front & Center

LGBT

Somewhere in my house 7:11am

Somewhere in the dead of night

Eye drempt of a woman with a penis

She was a comely thing —

Sitting in a beige office skirt

In someone’s kitchen

The morning after

SEALED FATE

Somewhere in my house 9:00pm

Eye have left him

In my wake

Awash in a pool

Of questioning

And will not call him names

Though I could —

Eye will not

Call

 

Finished

My Window Seat 7:05am

Now that Stratospheric Universe 

Is framed by Its ancient

Necklace

Eye see The Painting

Through the eyes

Of the dead —

Those cherished

Who are no longer here —

My List?

My Grandparents

My Parents

My Brother

My Uncles

My Aunts

and Guy Tozzoli

Former Director

of The World Trade Center

Who used to call me

by My Last

Name

The Importance of Frame

My Second Floor 7:42am

The tail end of hurricane Jose

Flipped the south east corner

Of STRATOSPHERIC UNIVERSE

And in the darkened wind

I dismantled the trapezoidal concrete blocks

Of my one-and-only flower bed

To reinforce the whole east side

And woke this morning to see

That my heroic effort

From the night before

Enhances the art

And so I will shop for more

Garden blocks

To carry out the remainder

Of my protective frame

My Father’s Birthday

September 19th, 2017

Eye am waiting for my agent

To call —

I pay him $150.00 an hour

American

He’s new —

Maybe I should

Marry him

The Bath

My Bedroom 5:05pm

Eye come from The Age

Of Pharoahs

Dressed in Gold —

Golden mesh

Snagged @ The Thought

Of M(eye) incessant

Value

Anniversary

My Bedroom 4:00pm

Eye have toppled the WTC

Single-handedly

With my last application

Of black

Shining within the singularity

Of Stratospheric

Universe

The Party Boat

The Hawk Corner Room 1:11 am

Light on light

I looked

Through binoculars

At the subtle moon

Shining on my watered horizon

And slowly — ever so slowly

My first sighting

Of a lit-up cruise ship

Fell into line