Joanna Gilman Hyde

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December 9, 2012

DEMON-STRATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:11pm

I live with A Demon

of My Own Creation

caged above Me

in My Living Room

He is black & dirty

with giant bird shit

dripping off the upper right corner

of His Chicken Wire Cage

first laid across Him

on the 4th Floor

of Cooper Union’s Foundation Building

where He came to Life

never to speak — only to glare

with His Brilliant Eyes

down upon His Audience —

Yet Today He Speaks!

Through Me as I speak out

for The Creature of My Fierce Fear —

My Fear of being locked in

or up

or out

as I have been locked inside

psychiatric wards

for years on end

I am OUT NOW

& I can speak My Mind

no matter how It comes out

I AM BLACK JESUS — but

not because I am dressed in black

I AM BLACK JESUS — because

I can speak

for My Desperate Crow — d

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December 4, 2012

BARRINGTON PASSAGE 8:40pm

In a Barrington Passage car park

I listen to 90’s on 9

“That’s Me in The Corner

That’s Me in The Spot Light

Losing My Religion”

— I listen to 90’s on 9

to reclaim the decade

stolen by My Mother’s Brain Tumour —

is this another Dead Mother poem

or My Reclamation

of What I’m OWED?

Making up for months & months

of psychiatric hospitalizations

of years of being so depressed

I couldn’t take care of My Children

of writing a 364 page Manuscript

— The Encapsulation —

only to gleefully shred It

— every copy I possessed —

on a sunny June afternoon

fifteen years later?

 

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December 4, 2012

THE SPIDER WEB

After I finished painting

Self Organizing Galaxy

at The Former World Trade Center

I wanted to suspend

a full-scale Spider Web

between The Twin Towers

I made a mock up out of brass wire

and hung it on a WTC model in an office show room

but Former Director Guy F. Tozzoli

wouldn’t let Me —

He said He would have to be The Spider

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November 29, 2012

GRASP

The West Desk Window 9:45am

I am experiencing Separation Anxiety

from The Selling

of My Mother’s Island House

She’s possessed for 50 Years —

in the cloak of The Shower

I cling all the harder

to The Little Man

while My Doctor/Husband

prescribes Ativan

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November 28, 2012

THE WEST DESK WINDOW 4:55pm

We Don’t Need A Bed

Our Bodies Will Be Our Bed

We Don’t Need Our Bodies

Our Mind Minds

Will Slay Us

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November 24, 2012

FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 6:48pm

The Death of My Mother was the most forceful

Event of My Life

I believe I have recovered

& will not write many more

Dead Mother Poems.

I am planning My New Floor Covering instead

My Husband is up from His Nap

& We’re eating stuffed chicken

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November 24, 2012

REPLACED

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:20am

Those long black hours

twenty years ago waiting

for My Mother to die

have been replaced

by coffee in The Morning

with My Second Husband

& a carpenter’s quote

for His Library downstairs

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November 23, 2012

BLACK FRIDAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm

Today I have a deal

to sell My Mother’s Grave

That Place She Loved So Dear

is going off to a professional couple

with twelve children

between Them

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November 20, 2012

THE OFFER

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:00am

There’s a Picture somewhere

of My Mother’s outboard The Molly

resting at anchor in a pool of faded pink

It must be down in the basement

here at The Hawk

what will I think

when I see It again?

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November 17, 2012

CRASH

The Hawk Portico 3:00pm

The Waves Today Remind Me

of Children Playing

uneven in Their Tumult

sporadic in Their Breaking

–

Yes, I have read of The Accident

but My Observations

were gathered

beforehand

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