Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: 9/11

June 10, 2013

SYNOPSIS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm

I am a little girl

hair in braids

clutching My Tabby Cat

listening to My Mother

–

I am a self-sufficient teenager

riding My Bike

on My Paper Route

making My Teachers happy

wanting to be a helicopter pilot

an artist on the side

–

I am a young mother

homesteading with a handsome family man

approved of by My Mother

having Our Babies*

before & soon after Her Death

–

I am an “older” woman now

reviewing two marriages

children grown

houses changed with assorted cats

& somehow I am happy

not too far from My Own Mind

 

*one who was aborted on March 27, 1997

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June 9, 2013

“Live For The Moment”

The Tomato-coloured Couch  7:15pm

My Body Told Me

“Live For The Moment”

with surges, pushes and passages

as I lay on the centre floor

of The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

nearly twenty years ago

re-Mind-ing Me

never to let go

of His Hands on Me

when I told Him

“There Is A God”

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June 9, 2013

PSYCHIATRIC MEMORY UNREMEMBERED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:42pm

an elderly blond nurse

put Me in My Pyjamas

from My Wedding Trousseau

and as She thought I had laid down 

to “settle”

I surprised Her

by popping up to declare:

“Wait A Minute –“

but what was that

I was thinking?

I didn’t say —

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June 9, 2013

WINDOWS ON THE WORLD

The Hawk Deck 11:35am

“We know that Two Planes

ran into The World Trade Center —

what else is true

We do not know”*

— overtaken by My Father

lumbering up the stairs

to My Shower

squishing used bars of soap together

His Noxema & Sensodyne

were not so innocent —

but That was only His Ghost

telling Me He was in cahoots

with The Muslims

in Riyadh

when He lived over there

for 25 years

before having lunch @ Windows On The World

with Guy Tozzoli & Me

where no mention whatsoever

was made of My

Galactic Bullseye

*quote from WHB

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June 8, 2013

THE JOKER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

One hospitalized night

I saw The Meaning Of Life

open out before My Astonished Eyes

to reveal a profound Joke —

A Joke I had no way of expressing

but A Joke to make The World Laugh

not to Death

but to Life

A New Life, A New Era

where God is unnecessary

where God can be laughed off

laughed at

& thrown into a corner

a rigid corner, or pocket (like a pool table)

where He can see

He no longer resides

on Earth

except in the form

of uncornered Humans

Who find Their True Meaning

in a spirituality

unseparate

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June 7, 2013

FOR MY DEAR BERNARD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm

We have come back into

each other’s lives

thanks primarily to the Internet

and here We are — corresponding

I was on a cloud of happiness

to be reunited with You

Who held such a place

in My Very Young Childhood

Now You Have Asked The Fateful Question:

“Joanna, how do you spend Your Days?”

My Answer:

Like You Bernard, waiting for the production of Your Musical —

I am waiting for My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting

Self Organizing Galaxy

to blow the roof off 911

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June 6, 2013

QUICK CHANGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm

I have traded in

My Thick Grey Robe

for dark grey Simon Chang pants

a white sweat shirt

with Star Man Pin

at My Throat

Nike sneakers

(I did check the mail)

all the better

to meet My Husband

when He comes Home

after 9:11

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June 6, 2013

Dr Blair Harbours An Artist

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:15pm

Dr Blair has a modern house

keeping A New York City Artist

next to the sea shore

She dances to Radioactive in Her Bathrobe

drinking a beer

& talking on the phone

out on The Hawk Deck

where She wonders if Her Voice

carries

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June 6, 2013

OWNERSHIP

The Hawk Deck 11:30am

I Am God THE OBSERVER

I Am God THE LISTENER

I Am A Human Being

In Love With The Land

Where She Lives

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June 5, 2013

HOW TO STACK A POEM

June 4, 2013 The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30pm

I Have Three Regrets:

Self Organizing Galaxy

ended up buried

& capped

in The Orangetown Dump

in Rockland County, New York

–

Five Copies

of My 364-page Manuscript Monument

to The Death of My Mother

ended up shredded

and put out by

the side of the road

here on The Hawk

–

The Third

was of My Body

and doesn’t fall within

This Category of Art

but the regret I feel

for this death

will never be acceptable

–

How Different Would My Life Have Been —

How Different From The Comparative Perfection

In Which It Is Lived NOW?

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