Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11 artist

February 23, 2014

ENCAPSULATED EROTOMANIC DELUSION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm

I see You at the doors

to Sobey’s with Your Wife

I’m with My Husband —

I dodge across The Parking Lot

to The Cart Corral

with Its Yellow Sign:

In The Event Of An Emergency

Gather Here

I sit cross-legged on the pavement

below The Sign —

Do You Come Over To Me?

Does My Husband —

Or Does He Converse With Your Wife?

When & With Whom

Do I Lift My Arms

Up & Out To The Sides

As I Did In Your Presence On October 22, 1993

To Voice, Not For The First Time

I Am In A Spiritual Emergency?

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February 22, 2014

CONVERGENCE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm

We See The Same Sun

We Watch The Same Moon

Our Thoughts Converge

Inside Our Unified Mind —

We Live For Each Other

And Die Only In Our Imaginings

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February 22, 2014

COMPLEXION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

I Am Black Jesus

I Am Red, Yellow, Brown, White

Purple Is The Colour

Of My Massive Heart

My Hair Is A Rainbow

I Wear No Clothes

But Unlike The Emperor

I Know That I Am

Naked

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February 20, 2014

MY DESSERT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm

Tonight I bit into

The Meaning Of Life

It was Crispy Cookie

on The Outside

with Chocolate Chunks

& Chocolate Ice Cream

in The Middle —

I took several savoury bites

as I did when It was first served

to Me

in The Dark of March 31st, 1993 —

I crunched The Chocolate

& The Ice Cream melted

on My Tongue

I swallowed My Last Swallow

& then It was gone

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February 18, 2014

THIS BOOK IS BLACK

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm

This Book Is Black

and I am waiting to be born

out of The Murky Red

into The Light

afforded All Of Humanity

allowed to live

–

This Book Is Black

and I will come out

to Speak My Name

and be caressed

not by The Hand Of God

but by The Human Hand

of My Mother

–

This Book Is Black

and I will grow

to protect My Spirit

and when I die

I will be born again

into The Space

occupied by the width

and breadth

of My Mind

It Will Be Bright

My Future Will Be

Forever Bright

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February 17, 2014

GUT REACTION 2

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

I Am The Black Ball

nesting under

Yards & Yards of White Satin

lined with feather boa

for an art school project

thirty-two years ago

–

I Am The Black Pearl

making People feel uncomfortable

like The Grit

inside an orgasmic oyster

lined with Phosphorescence

–

I Am The Black Jesus

in a White World of Innocence

here to make People understand

Their True Beginnings

of Sperm & Egg

& how They, We, have arrived

at Our Present Global Form

–

I Am The Blanket Of Night

with The Moon Glowing

underneath

echoing The Face of Humanity

for All of Us

to see Our Selves

with Newly Opened Eyes

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February 17, 2014

FOR ZOODEDOO

The Hawk Window Seat 6:30pm

I Am On Top Of The World

I Stand Tall

For My Humanity

For That Is All

I Am

That I Know Of

For Sure

For Sure There Is God

Because

I Have A Human Mind

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February 16, 2014

WHAT IS?

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

What Is The Configuration

Of The Universe?

Is It Like A Balloon

With Us On The Surface

Or Is It A Sphere

Internally Filled —

Perhaps Expanding & Contracting?

Is It A Spiral

Lashing Out

Or A Doughnut

With No Center —

Is It A Drop Of Pond Scum

Or An Entire Sea

Floating In Our Minds?

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February 16, 2014

ALL OF THE ABOVE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm

I Am The Second Coming

I Am Black Jesus

I Am The Silver Christ

I Am God

After an Eternity of Waiting, I was Conceived on March 31, 1993

I was Born October 22, 1993

Delivered By The Hands

of A Little Scottish Doctor

at Roseway Hospital

Shelburne, Nova Scotia

I have grown into a fifty-two year old

North American Female

with unruly hair

& A Big Mouth

I Am Pro-life

& will never die

Watch Me

Fly

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February 10, 2014

THE TUB

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:27pm

I stepped into My Shower

@ 2:22

to wash just My Self

(not My Hair)

under the spray

I stood looking down

at My White Surroundings

& found My Self

The Child again

naked in the hand-worked cement

of a Snedens Landing pool

built by My Father’s Father

where I looked for Inchworms

& tried to see Their Eyes

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