SACROSANCT
The Hawk Deck 9:11am
Each sunny morning
now in The Spring
I take My Banana
to The North East Corner
of Our Property
to a bank
where I dumped My Dead X-Miss Tree
& toss The Peel
below My Feet
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: Christmas
May 24, 2016
WHERE THE HELL DID THIS COME FROM?!
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:49am
While putting back the layers
of My Clothes
on the back of My Chair
I found A Green Star
laid against the back
of My Mrs Blair Sweat Suit Top
— A Christmas Tree Star?
How in God’s Name
did It come into view?
Into My Star Box It Goes
January 20, 2016
SPECS
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:55pm
In M(EYE) Left Hand
I hold the Stars of The Future:
Silver Glitter from The Removal
of M(EYE) X-Miss Tree —
One Silver Orb off The Star from The Top
& One Piece of The Tree
Itself — organic & bulbous —
a planet perhaps?
January 5, 2016
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
November 29, 2015
MY TREE CANNOT BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am
Armed with My Arsenal
of X-Miss Tree ornaments
— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —
— black balls from Walmart —
EYE spent twelve hours
trimming
& having fun
to complete My Play
from a table pedestal up
rooted
to The Silver Star strung
from The Cathedral Ceiling
suspended
November 25, 2015
EYE GOT M(EYE) TREE
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
Bow-sawed and dragged
from The Scrub Spruce Forest Bog
I got M(EYE) Tree
but It wouldn’t fit
down the hall
to Come To Life
in The TV Room —
It’s laying on The Hawk Living Room Floor
dead as a doornail
& I had a Devil of a Time
getting It in
— severed one limb —
so far The Cats
are ignoring It
Spanish Moss & all
November 25, 2015
THE GATHERING
The Hawk Kitchen 10:33am
EYE will venture out
into The Cold Dark Woods
behind My Obstructive House
I will wear My Rubber Boots
& seek The Tree
of My Dreams:
an old dead branch
with Spanish Moss
& maybe bugs
I will saw it down
with My New Bow Saw
from Wilson’s
I will drag it in
to turn erect
in Hunter’s TV room
secured inside
a circular well
of the heaviest
Silver
November 24, 2015
DAISIES IN NOVEMBER
The Hawk Kitchen 3:00pm
Bundled against the brazen squall of snow
I am stumped
after perusing over the roots —
root stems from The Drowned Forest
looking for branching sections
to string together somehow
like a spine
of bare limbs to make
an ad hoc
X-Miss Bush
My Own
this year — a dead array
for perhaps the cats
to climb — to hang
13 silver birds & even more plastic snow flakes
to deck the TV Room
with the barren interlocking
drift wood
stumps
which can only be piled, tangled
(not constructed / not drilled)
into a vertical heap
(very un-tree-like)
instead I will have to pinch
a dead spruce, whole
from beyond My Back Yard
& set it, bolt upright
in a front window
December 3, 2014
FEROCITY
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
In December 1970 I wanted to possess
badly wanted
A Pair Of Love Birds
green & red —
sitting so close
in the local pet store
I had My nine-year-old heart set
on Them & cried to My Mother
that I had to have Them
to which She replied, “Joge, what if One Of Them
dies?”
Instead, on Christmas Morning I found
a beautiful Indian Ring Neck Parakeet
but He died That Day
at the bottom of His Golden Cage
& destroyed
My ability to see
The Singularity Of God
November 29, 2013
BLACK FRIDAY
November 28th The Hawk West Desk Window 2:34pm
Black Jesus, He a’Comin’
He gonna melt all dat snow
off dis Big Fat Snow Job
He gonna come outta hidin’
throw You a fast ball
He workin’ dis X Miss
He gotta girl fren
She be Him sometime
Dey works si’ by si’
Dey in love
Joanna Gilman Hyde 