FEELING
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
When The Depression finally broke
I was sitting on the back stoop
of The Shakespeare House
— can’t remember the year —
drinking seltzer & red wine
reading Gogol’s Diary of A Madman
Joanna Gilman Hyde
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Tag: 9/11 artist
February 25, 2013
CONSTRUCT
Today I made a symbolic abortion
construction
out of My Red Lace Underwear
& Wire Coat Hanger
They’re arranged on a 16″ x 20″ white canvas board
painted with Red
& Purple
& glittery Silver nail polish
I think It looks
primitive
Indian
February 23, 2013
NEW COLOURS
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I feel like throwing out
all My Black Clothes —
The Black Jesus Clothes
were for an operation
of secrecy & deceit
–
what colours can I resurrect?
Red & White
The Colours of Alarm
–
I am My Own Statement
of Alarm
Black Jesus is called off
–
Red is My Colour
& White is My Flag
My Canadian Flag
with Silver carrying Me
As I Fly
February 22, 2013
M’ SUPERHERO GONE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:23pm
I done kilt M’ Superhero
kilt H’ Sorry Ass
drowneded Him in D’Ocean
kilt His Black Self
in Dem Waves
won’t be worshippin no Spirit neither
No How
February 21, 2013
MY REAL LIVE HEART
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
Today I threw
My Heart away
The One conceived in The Night
& woken to in The Light
of Silver
That Heart was haunting
Me
for 2 decades
of seething
red & black
futility
Now
there is no other
Heart
but
My
Cardiac
Organ
keeping
Me
ALIVE
February 21, 2013
MY SHOWER OF LIGHTS
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
My Shower of Silver Lights
goes untainted
to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER
than It ever was
before
It’s Mine
ALL MINE
February 20, 2013
QUICK CHANGE ARTIST
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22am
I Bring Black Into White Light
I Look Deep Into Black
to See The Night Sky
To See The Light of The Stars
Against Black
I Am Pro Black
I Am Pro Life
I Dress In Black
with Red Underwear
February 19, 2013
BLACK POWER
The Hawk Kitchen 5:30
He can’t get Me
if I’m wearing Black
He made Me lie on The Tomato-coloured Couch
in My Grey Bathrobe
all afternoon on one Ativan & one Wellbutrin
— Hunter’s recommendation —
He can’t get Me
now that I’ve changed
though I still see Him
behind My Eyes
I count The Years, The Double Decades
He has infiltrated My Life
I cannot allow My Self
to fall
to fail
I Will Keep Wearing Black
February 18, 2013
STARVATION
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:22pm
That was My Mother
Who made Me get out
from under the pink hospital sheet
all 111 pounds of Me
to ask The Nurse On Night Shift
to get Me something to eat
“We don’t normally do this,” She said
as I toasted, buttered and ate
six pieces of bread
February 18, 2013
THE HEART
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:45am
I have bled A Perfect Heart
on My Side of The Bed
It sits here while We drink
Our Coffee
& contemplate the day
ahead
I go with My Vision
of sorts: Brand New Head
for Hunter has told Me
I don’t need a partner
A Relationship instead
Joanna Gilman Hyde 