Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: 9/11 artist

JUST HOW BAD WAS I?

The Hawk Deck 12:05pm

On this very beautiful day

in July

just how bad was I

when I insisted to My Husband

on December 18

that I go back to the hospital

dressed in a black negligee

bare feet

and bullet proof vest?

Just how bad was I

when My Children came home

that Christmas

and left My House?

I was on

a double dose of Olanzapine

the poison I have been off

now for one month

of nearly halcyon existence

I need My Children —

They can help Me change

the music in My Car

from Joy Division and Future Islands

to something new and cogent

POP UP

The Hawk Corner Room 5:45am

I watched The Sun Rise

first a golden glimmer —

then it popped up

rising faster

than it seemed to go down last night

I am off the anti-psychotic medication

I took to sleep for twenty-odd years

& am waking earlier

but feeling

great

HORIZON STOP GAP

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:58am

The thinnest strip of Silver

sets My North Eastern View

The Horizon line it designates —

starting at the scrub spruce

travelling to a brown roof top

where the center of The Horizon

turns dark grey

travelling to the second roof top

and beyond to My Neighbour’s

leafy tree

DEPARTURE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am

EYE am The Artist

standing at My Door

waving Good-bye to My Husband

dressed in My Thick Grey Robe

the substance of The Sky

today

on a day

when anything can happen

EYE DID IT!!

Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm

Through roadside fields of Lupine

I drove My Manuscript

home

after saying Good-bye

to My New Psychiatrist

I will see no longer —

“How will You remain stable?”

She asked,

“EYE will be looking after

M(EYE) Self”

AFTERMATH OF M(EYE) HALO

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am

Eye catch a glimpse

of Silver out past the edge

of the scrub spruce forest —

I am left today

with the hangover of My Halo

effect of yesterday — all day —

when My Husband had to stay home

in the afternoon

as I taunted Him

with soiled underwear

IN THE UNIVERSAL SUN

The Hawk Deck 9:35am

With My Right Hand over My Eyes

I stand at attention

as The Waves march in

as I held My Hand over

My Heart

as A Child in School

pledging My Allegiance

to The Flag

THIS IS MY SANCTUARY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm

How dare anyone

infiltrate My Sanctuary —

especially The Father of My 2.4 Children —

here to The North I have

the forest of scrub spruce I love

the stone wall upon which I contemplated

smashing My Precious Life Glass —

how dare anyone

even a neighbour I like

enter across My Eastern Ocean View

upon which I gaze with such favour —

out there I can let My Mind

be free — free of past

hurt and negation

free of obstacles to My Happiness

so profound

as I stand before

the shores

of My Intellect

EYE ALMOST SMASHED M(EYE) LIFE GLASS

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:38am

I didn’t want to get up

this morning

after standing prostrate

in the window cross

of the TV Room

for two hours

after My X Husband

hung up on Me

when I asked Him

about My Paintings

He had dumped

and while I stood there

with My Arms out-stretched

I saw A Speck

on the ceiling

and I revered It

as The Speck

of My Abortion

He forced Me to have

M(EYE) OH M(EYE)

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:15am

EYE am Star Collector

X-traodinaire

EYE stick Their molten surfaces

to M(EYE) finger tips

and drop Them into

Their Little White Star Box

housing M(EYE) Ring

of Shimmering Rose Design