Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11 artist

I JUST WOKE FROM A DREAM

I just woke from a dream

of being hurled to a prison floor

with My X Husband’s German Shepherd

lying on Me, peeing on Me

so I couldn’t get up

I couldn’t call to that dog I once cared about

Someone got Me out

assigned Me to a Shower

when I stood before Her

I announced, “This is because of dog urine”

She said,  “You danced all night once in My House”

The Shower was open to a room

filled with teenagers giggling and watching

as I stood naked

under a series of levers,

some of them broken,

I chose “Stream”

and was assailed, blasted

and again could not breathe

Someone chose “Rain”

and that was better, lighter

but then Someone made “Iridescent  Bubbles”

pop out of a circulating shower bar

overhead

and I was happy

THE CURE FOR SCHIZOPHRENIA is…

YOU DON’T HAVE IT

THE HAWK DECK 6:00pm

How grateful I am

for the rustling hedge

for The Second Labatt’s Blue

there in The Fridge

H–‘s upstairs finishing

a nap

Eliza’s been horsed

all that’s left

is supper

on tap

ATLANTICA 5:17pm

How many exhausted women

have taken Their Hands

out of The Hand Wash —

The Laundry of Husbands

& Hospitals —

to dry Their Hands

to write?

ATLANTICA 10:35am

I wonder if I am going

to fall into a routine —

sleeping with My Pills

showering in The Morning

walking to The Infirmary

visiting Dr Blair —

walking back to The Hotel

awaiting My Message

There

THE HAWK WEST WINDOW 10:30pm

The World Ended

for a sprinkling of ants

poured out from a Root Beer can

I picked up Today

@ The Base of My Painting

EMBLEM FOR THE GROWTH OF SILVER

@ The Side of Highway 3

teeming through

My Barrington Passage

THE HAWK FRONT DOOR 11:55am

There’s powder on My Face

My White Sweat Shirt

over My New Black

Push Up Bra

I put on Black Socks

old jeans that still fit

I’m off to shop for The Makings

of Stew

with My Cans still rattling

around

in My Black Escape

The Noon Radio News reports

“rising tide levels along coastal regions

& severe weather events 

in the coming years.”

GRAFFITI BY PROXY

gonna bomb dat RJ

shitting on His Rock

gonna lay up My Fire Ball

on dat Emergency Tag

gonna hit every car

every crib, zillions

bomb dis hole fuckin worl

THE HAWK KITCHEN 9:57pm

I see The Pink Cloud

that spawned Me

easing its way over

the salty horizon

Oh — now it’s grey

& I’m in The Latter Half

of My Existence

here on Earth

where I can log

Self Organizing Galaxy

& watch

The Sky

GRAFFITI PROBLEM

I’m having a Graffiti Problem:

Saturday Night I Painted

A Pentagram Star, Red,

with Silver Rays

on A Rock

in My Friend’s Backyard

— She said I could Paint

Anything I Wanted —

She said, “I Love It!”

but now Her 17 year old Daughter

doesn’t Love It

& I’ve been asked

to paint

a starfish