Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11

6:15pm

A Canadian Maple Leaf

is A Star

RED STAR

undulating

Above The Blue Horizon

ON MY WAY TO THE MAIL BOX

In My School, Valley Cottage

I Swang on d’ Swings

w’ Mark Brown & Philip Duncan

& Louis Jordan

dey were Black Boys

dey were My Frens

d’ Black Girls

Rang Roun’ Me

dey Shuvved Me

dey Beat Me Up

THE HAWK DECK 11:25 am

Sitting on My Deck

In My Red Deck Chair

I Have The Sheets on The Line

& The World in My Lap

I Can Hear The Surf

& See The Blue Horizon

Hazed Over

Like My Open Globe


THE HAWK PORTICO 5:22pm

My Graffiti Years

may have begun

when I was a hospital patient

supposedly recovering at home

while My Father visited

& drove Me scheming

to emblazon each of The Town’s public mirrors

with one Gold Emblem

each with the word “God” inscribed

to describe the reflected viewer

Maybe I Should I Have Used Silver Stickers?

PUBNICO, NOVA SCOTIA 1:55pm

It was a Pristine Bathroom

in a Doctor’s Office

with stainless dispensers

I could have

written on anything

I could have written

with My Purse’s Big Black Pen

but I didn’t

I Am Too Close

to This Profession

TO KILL A PSYCHIATRIST

put on Your Tattoo Sweater, Black

fix Yourself an Ice Coffee

–a tall one–

sit on Your Back Deck

with the dishwasher going

& eggplant parmigiana in the oven

Open Your Journal

Aim Your Silver Pen

write

between

his puny

eyes

PORTRAIT OF CONSUMERISM

Super Store, Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

From Super Store Bathroom Stall

to a toddler:

“Yes, We bought lots —

for Josie, Mom & Dad —

so We won’t run out”

By The Dressing Room

beyond open cartons from China & Cambodia

to a little girl showing off Her Dress:

“Yes, that’s a beautiful dress —

hold onto Your Balloon!”

On The Deck of Rudder’s:

3 burly fishermen

w/ 2 skinny Japanese fish buyers

& One Gull

Who landed on a table

behind Eliza —

My Seventeen-year-old Daughter

Who rode to Yarmouth

with the latest Vogue

open on Her Lap

I came home with a Solid Gold

floor mat

for My Kitchen

 

COMBUSTION

I Am Goldy Locks

eating @ My Glass Table

eating bananas & cereal

before donning My Glass Slippers

to trip about to find My Prince

(He’s Around Here Somewhere)

& I Won’t Grow Up

or If I Grow Up

I Have The Option

of reclining, ready

In My Glass Coffin

built by 7 Dwarves (Humours)

3 Bears (Instinct)

& 1 Fairy God Mother

(Atheist In Disguise)

THE HAWK DESK WINDOW 11:11pm

The Big Bang Theory

is One Big Sneeze

— if It ever happened —

& here We are

looking for One Big Tissue

& chanting

“God Bless You!”

THE HAWK DECK 5:15pm

It’s The Aliens

Who Define Us

as Humans

& It Is Humans

Who Define Us

as God