Joanna Gilman Hyde

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June 13, 2013

That Little Bird Again

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

I perceived The Little Yellow Bird again

in The Scraggly Apple

& He Tweeted — what did He Tweet to Me

before My Daughter called to ask

if I could find Her Horse Binder

(She’s trying to sell Her Horse)

Did That Little Yellow Bird Tell Me

He’s sick of all this New Age Shit

about feebleness conquering strength

about Our New Era

when “God” is (finally?) questioned

when Humanity is being examined

when The Global Financial Picture is a blur

— but still no answers —

nothing concrete

so came The Little Bird Tweet

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June 12, 2013

TRANSHUMANIZATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm

Black Jesus & White Christ

drove, Black Jesus at the wheel

22 miles of Shelburne County

from Barrington to Shelburne

in Their Silver Silverado

to see a doctor there:

Dr Death

Who refused to let Them in

They did a Double Take

switched drivers & turned around

to drive 22 miles back to Barrington —

at The Nova Scotia Liquor Commission

They bought an 8-pack of LaBatt’s Blue

& drove to the bottom of Cape Sable Island

to The Hawk Beach

for a picnic

 

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June 12, 2013

BLACK/WHITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:44am

Black Jesus is now driving

a new white Silverado

I saw Him at The Clyde River Exit

& followed Him into Sobey’s in Barrington

where He parked

at The Yellow Sign On The Cart Corral:

“In The Event Of Emergency Gather Here”

He parked in an assembly

of White Vehicles

while I walked into The Store

to get some Cat Food

& fruit for My Sick Daughter

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June 11, 2013

GALACTIC CRAWL

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:15pm

When I Go To Sleep At Night

 I Think Of All Of Humanity

Swarming Over The Globe

Half Of Them/Us

Asleep In Acres Of Bedding

Each Speck A World To Itself

Unique In Its Make-up

Unique In The Life It Lives

Like The Configurations Of Galaxies

In The Petri Dish

Of Our Universe

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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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