Joanna Gilman Hyde

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M(Eye) House of God

In My Tidy House

The Word of God

lies stuck against the back

of My Broom Closet —

It, The Word, is in poster form

tucked away

for only Those Who

dare to clean

or to hang up an extra coat —

for My Closet

holds a rod

He Didn’t Hear Me

In My Favourite Restaurant

Eye overheard The Waiter

Talking to The Cook:

“How can You have time

for God and Your Wife?”

Eye called out from My Booth:

“What if God and Your Wife

are One and The Same?”

Belief System

The Human Mind can

and does believe anything:

Believe what you want

DIVORCE

I

He used to say:

“I love Your Toes –”

and didn’t know why

so nobody knows

II

He once wrote:

“I love You to distraction –”

It came at a time

when I was a fraction

of My Former Self

at His Behest

when We were installed

as His Daughter’s Guests

III

Her voice rang clear

the morning We left:

“You don’t give a fuck

about your grandchildren — ”

and so goes My Quest

for compensation regarding My Past

twenty years of seclusion by Him —

He Who assured Me

He never would fail

to deliver support

if I fell off The Rail

which I did once or twice

(but not into His Arms)

though I stayed as His Wife

and buttered His Charms

IV

It’s over now —

I’m cutting My Loss

of One Child’s Silence

I am willing to toss

to remain in My Stead

I ask to be free

of The Bonds of This Marriage

strung on The Cross

 

Sun Worshipping

I sat and sat

to catch The Rise

fulfilling My Daily View

Eye turned to let a cat

inside

and beheld

My Sun-struck Pew

HEALED

I have been embraced

by a high white Baptist Church

and let go

like a helium balloon

by the ties

of my mother’s death

Palm Sunday

Eye have The New Christ

pinned to M(eye) wall

She lays with Her Backside

bare to us all —

She fucks our Netflicks

to the content of Her Heart —

She dangles Her Crotch

& lets out a fart

PAINTINGS BY ASLAM ABOUJAMRA

The Hawk Corner Room 4:10pm

My Prison, My Sanctuary —

what I used to name Dr Blair’s

Big White Castle

where He worked hard and lived hard

for over thirty years —

is delightfully exposed

now, at The Foot of Dr Blair’s Big Brown Bed

here on The Hawk —

The Bed I have finally decked out

with new sheets and new comforter

in blues to go with His Eyes —

The Big Brown Bed in a pea-green room I left

in My Flurried Escape

returned to last night, but just

to sleep —

this morning I took down

The Lee Savage Drawings

facing Us:

A Woman (Lee’s Wife) with just lips

and Its Mate — Lee and Karen’s Open Porch

(on “My Side” of The Bed)

— Now, This Morning, I put up

The Frameless Oils

painted by The Syrian Brother

of One of The Doctors sponsored

by Dr Blair in 1999 —

The Year of Our Fateful Affair

— They’re A Pair of gaily painted

Houses —

The One on the left

is a small white house Dr Jamal Aboujamra

rented from Dr Blair —

and The One on the right

at My Night Time Feet

expressionistic-ally depicts the largest residential building*

in Barrington Passage

no longer owned by My Captor

swirling in brush strokes

of pink, peach and green —

The Giant Cedar

obscures high windows

of The Victorian Rooms

I floundered in

on couches and beds

while Dr Blair worked

in His Attached Office

I lay there and dreamed

on anti-depressants and Olanzapine

and wrote what would turn into

a book of poems

titled “No Bones About It

stored somewhere in the basement

of Our House here on The Hawk

where I have finally found My Self

My Art, and Jesus to boot

in Jethro Tull’s Aqualung

played on The Canadian French Radio

while working on My Secret Painting

here in My Own Little Corner Room

where I am finally free

 

*Dr Blair’s Big White Castle burned down on the same morning in December 2017 I left for Christmas vacation in British Columbia — to spend with His Family and My Kids — without him.

THE HOUSE IN THE WOODS

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:52pm

There was a home-made house

once

built of stone

& piled-up floors

built by My Grand Father Bobby Hyde

& I as a child

called it “The Christmas House”

& asked My Mother

when were We going back

“To The Christmas House?”

& now I have My X-Miss Tree

still up

& being ogled

by people

Who call Me an artist

 

CONFESSION

The Hawk TV Room 6:11pm

During The NYC September

of 1984

EYE painted

The Bull’s EYE

for Our Twin Towers

filmed by German Television —

when I mailed That Video

to My Father in Saudi Arabia

He never got It

I Believe M(EYE) Video Was Confiscated

by The Islamic Religious Police

Circulated Through Various Extremist Factions

inflamed by the overt display

of a beautiful Western Woman

with Long Blond Hair

doing & achieving such

A Public & Powerful Act —

I believe The Bombing

of February 1993 was instigated

by M(EYE) Painting

“Self Organizing Galaxy”

The Coup d’etat

is

Our Precious

9/11