Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: dreams

Awning, Dawning, Spawning

An Awning We will erect

on the facade of the UFO Museum

in Shag Harbour, Nova Scotia

to exhibit The Model of Self Organizing Galaxy

unfurled, to Dawn upon The World

as the only surviving Artefact

of The Artwork which Spawned

9/11

Your Place or Mine?

My legal Husband

is transformed:

He is My Boyfriend now —

and Eye have always wanted

one of Those.

I Had A Dream

I had a dream

of a house, my house

on an island

with a row of carrots

planted by the back

and the Eastern Sun

out front

and a man I could call

my   own — well

he says he’s not in my life

he will not leave his wife

and so must I salvage

my second marriage

in some capacity

or should I, could I

be Independent?

And Eye Have Maria

How Do You Get To Be Anything

Without Being A Wanna-be?

NOTE:  Eye am already

everything I have ever

wanted to Be —

except a helicopter pilot —

not YET

Is The Price Right?

Every Woman Knows

Prostitution is Marriage

With Every Bed Made

What’s The Latest?

My Divorcing Husband

has allowed Me to become

The Social Outcast

Who walks My expansive beach alone

Who sleeps with

The Virginal Banana

Who reads Her Verse

dressed like a vamp

while He refuses to ask

“How did it go?”

Cinderella In French

Cinderella was an artist

who cleaned out the kitty litter

every morning and every night.

She had no boyfriend

but got into trouble with the law

by texting her elderly estranged husband

for phone sex — text sex —

and stealing money from his wallet

to pay for it.

 

Her shoe size was 7 and a half.

 

For the whole time she poured out

a giant painting titled “American Bombshell”

on the floor of her basement

she dreamed of Prince Charming —

a lithe little leprechaun

the next town over

with whom she had shared

a magical moment

25 years earlier

and found she could love

no one else.

 

Cinderella would walk alone

the shores of her castle home

and converse sparingly with neighbours

who might have thought

she was a bit strange,

living by herself with 6 cats

in her high white house

litter-ally dripping with paint.

 

On one of her walks

she found a plastic Jack-o-lantern

and carried it all the way back

to put black glitter in its hollows

for eyes, nose and wild grin.

 

Cinderella had a Fairy Godmother

with jet black hair

who would wave her wand

of reason

and all of Cinderella’s fortitude

would emerge,

cajoled by her guardian’s

infectious laughter.

Her shoe size was 9.

 

Now at the end of April

there was to be a gala dance

to raise funds for the monolithic hospital

in the Western county over

but no one asked Cinderella for a date

so she decided

to just stay home

and paint another

cupboard door

with paint-shard applications

from her work titled:

“Stratospheric Universe”

blown apart

by a Christmas storm

to litter her yard

with slabs and chips

of hardened splashes

she could call her own.

 

 

Curtsy

My sculpture melted —

Dance Demonstration Request:

He told Me “Curtsy”

First Open Window of Spring

Eye went to sleep

with the sound of peepers

and when I woke

the morning’s keepers

sweetly tweeted through

the fog —

For All Existance

Eye Thanked God

Eastlink

What did Dr Blair

hope to achieve by holding

me down for so long?