Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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DECODING METAPHOR*

The Hawk Kitchen 9:40am

That Dancerina Doll

was My Body Type

That Was Me

spinning in a little girl’s bedroom

on TV

spinning out on a rooftop

at The WTC

age 23

*title from WHB

ROADMAP

The Hawk Computer 10:22pm

Dear DVD:

THIS IS MY PREMISE —

Clarity of Vision

Clarity of Speech

Clarity of Action

WHAT’S YOURS?

 

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The Hawk Kitchen 4:22pm

I Am A Model

for

Humanity:

Watch Closely As I Drink

This Glass

of

Water

What Direction Am I Facing

As I Put The Glass

To My Lips?

What Direction Am I Facing

East or West

When I Finish

Swallowing

Swallowing

To The Last

Drop?

COMMAND

The Hawk Kitchen 8:01pm

I have to move

into The Time I’m In

with the guidance of My Body

My Mind

I AM creating My Destiny

with every decision

every step

in The Direction

of My World’s Future

SCHIZOPHRENIC VISION

The Hawk Kitchen 4:15pm

Dear DVD:

I Saw You

On TV Today

Shiny & Flashy

Coloured Spears Of Light

As A Hand-held

Signal

To

Me

YEAR 22

The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm

I AM IN THE YEAR 22

since My Mother’s Illness

& Death

The Shower Of Lights

is ensconced within this frame

The Kitchen Glass Doors reveal My Environment

ensconced in snow

I AM SLEEPING NORMALLY NOW

03/31/93

The Hawk Corner Office February 22, 2012 2:22pm

FLASH STREAK

STREAK STREAK

FLASH FLASH FLASH

STREAK FLASH STREAK

STREAK STREAK STREAK

FLASH FLASH

FLASH

STREAK

FLASH

down

on

MEYE

head

&

MEYE

glittering

gown

PONDEROUS

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:50pm

See My Face

Left Eye Closed

right eye of reflection

Chin Within Right Thumb & Forefinger

left hand in reflection

encompassed by The Star Field

of dental floss spatter

ROYAL FUNDS TRANSFER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:18am

I Am A Performance Artist

My Life Is My Stage

Dressed In Black & Silver

With Red Lace Underwear

Red Lipstick

On A Cold Monday Morning

I Am Ready To Go

To The Bank

THE RAINBOW ROOM

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm

My Mother sat in Her brown & gold

champagne bubble evening dress

empire-waisted

listening to Her clarinet-playing married Lover

in The World’s Greatest Jazz Band —

I stayed baby-sat

until

Her Bubble Burst

upon My nine-year-old shoulders

The Christmas I begged

for a pair of green & red

Love Birds