Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: poetry

On The Ceiling

From The Dentist Chair

Eye watched TV:

Everyone was fat —

I sat and wondered:

Is This OK?

I sat and wondered That.

Watery Stroke

Pink washed horizon

seeps into dawn like the pull

of My Heart to Sky

Peter’s Birthday

Eye have painted The World

Blue

on the anniversary

of My First Date

with My Children’s Father

when We picked strawberries

and drank champagne

and imagined

living

in Nova Scotia

Dr Blair’s Secretary

Eye had a dream

of Treena’s Hair —

back to normal

dark brown

cut short

and cute

PURITY

Eye am living

in The State of Relief —

I will not be contstrained

by the formation

of even having to write

in Haiku

Fountain of Youth

The silhouette of My Scraggly Apple

with Its new three leaves

looks like the edging

on some of My Paintings:

blobs of lichen and lines —

drips carried

off by the end

of a paint stick

Gully Speaks

Gully The 3rd is trained

2 speak His Mind:

He says “breakfast”

for a piece

of cheese or bacon

& Eye can see

His Thinking

in His Eyes

Lydia’s Birthday

What’s it worth

to fuck Dr Blair

on the beach —

I am too good for that

and He has another

girlfriend anyway —

so why would Eye want

to get My Crack

full of sand?

Extended Dawn

Eye have seen The Sun

rise through the Eye of a cloud

edged in Silver-Gold

 

A Place for Marriage

There is a place for Marriage

in amongst the confessions

of many — The Vow

and if You break it

You’re in trouble.

 

My First Vow was “until Death”

and The Death was My Mother’s —

My Second

I don’t remember voicing

and the wedding itself

was an abomination.