Joanna Gilman Hyde

November 2^nd, 2011   The Hawk

5:57 pm

WE LEAVE OUR PRINCESSES

We leave our Princesses

trapped in Their Towers

no matter what F. Scott Fitzgerald said

to His Wife-to-Be

ninety-one years ago

I am still Towered

but not scared – only mad

deciding not to invite

the few friends I have

to see My Castle

on The Sea Shore

with My Husband @ work

while I lie on The Couch

                   Joanna Hyde

November 2^nd, 2011   The Hawk

5:57 pm

WE LEAVE OUR PRINCESSES

We leave our Princesses

trapped in Their Towers

no matter what F. Scott Fitzgerald said

to His Wife-to-Be

ninety-one years ago

I am still Towered

but not scared – only mad

deciding not to invite

the few friends I have

to see My Castle

on The Sea Shore

with My Husband @ work

while I lie on The Couch

                   Joanna Hyde

November 3^rd, 2011   The Hawk

9:11 am

“You’re Going To Write & Take Care of This House”

I will be Under – stood

as I Stand within “the Mists of Time”

as The Houses sit with skirting mist

wafting off The Frost

hovering below The Tree Line

                           Joanna Hyde

I see The Silver out there
in lateral striations over The Ocean —
It must be apprehended, reigned in
not just by Me – through Me

Let Me Look @ It Again

when The Silver first came
in The Shower of Lights
I was stultified, stupefied
forced to call on Christ

now I see It Here
in My Life’s surroundings
so Christ must call
on Me

Joanna Hyde
November 3^rd, 2011   The Hawk  11:33 am

October 26th, 2011 The Hawk     

AKIMBO

 I ain’t no HO’ prostitute
fo’ G-O-D
Don’ matta what Jimbo say —
I ain’t no BEEATCH HO’
legs out wide
— Tard Hands is wide —
I gots pronounced personality
—like Dr. Banjo say —
I play wid My Self
all da way —
Dat Song on My Dope Ride
got Me Doin’ 185:
“Satisfy Da Need In Mee –”
“Satisfy Da Need In Mee –”
ain’t gonna Do It
wid No Mo’ Fo’ God
ain’t gonna Do It
fo’ no Mutha Fucka
P-I-M-P

                                                                  Joanna Hyde

 That “O” Dress
Black Robe
styled from the 50’s
told Me I was powerful —
one of the most powerful women
on the planet —
if not THE most powerful —
My Anger, My Fury,
was justified —
In That Dress
I was The Black Jesus
ready to allow My Self
entrance
into a Mental Hospital
for The Sake of My Person (et al)
Beliefs

 I drank from a very large beaker
sweet Red Wine
called XOXOX
I crossed My Legs
and beat My Right Silver Slipper
into the evening air

 I wore gobs & gobs of silver
jewelry
— all that I owned —
but had the worth of one real estate transaction
under my belt
BOY WAS I MAD —
I shot off the centre
of My Tomato-coloured couch
& stomped around The House
heckling
cackling
&
swearing up
&
down

 I demanded to be taken out to…

tonight My Daughter

Made Me Up

using a combination

of Her Make Up

& Mine

I wore My Mother’s Amber Necklace

as My Daughter worked

My Face

She moved around Me

like a Sprite

laying out Her Blush, Powder & Pencils

allowing Me to choose

which Lipstick

as the Final Application

to The Body

Who Made Her

Up

Joanna Hyde

November 11^th 2011   The Hawk
7:13pm

“Is He Internal or External?”

“He is Both.”

“And when I hear a Song On The Radio – what is He then?”

“Then He is God.”

“But is not God within Me?”

“Yes, He is Internal & External – what You hear is the same.”

“What I hear comes through Me –”

“Yes, without You there would be No Song.”

“Without Me There Would Be No God?”

                                                     Joanna Hyde

November 12^th 2011   The Hawk

7:48pm