THE YEAR OF THE MONKEY
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
When I saw
My Shower of Silver Lights
I saw The Figure of Christ
across from Me
I saw that Christ
was enmeshed
with The Light
& I cannot
be contained
I cannot be contained
I cannot
be contained
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: death
December 6, 2015
SHOULD EYE BE?
The Hawk Portico 2:00pm
EYE am very happy
sitting here on My Portico
in bathrobe & slippered feet
on the 6th of December
in the sun
on this beleaguered Anniversary
of the 1989 Montreal Massacre*
having just begun
My Painting
titled “I Have Poured Out M(EYE) Black Heart”
* On December 6, 1989, fourteen female engineering students were gunned down, another ten women and four men injured, at Ecole Polytechnique in Montreal, Quebec. The massacre was carried out single handedly by Marc Lepine who claimed he “hated feminists.” He killed himself with the final shot.
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 24, 2015
DAISIES IN NOVEMBER
The Hawk Kitchen 3:00pm
Bundled against the brazen squall of snow
Eye 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 Eye will have to pinch
a dead spruce, whole
from beyond My Back Yard
& set it, bolt upright
in a front window
November 23, 2015
EYE WAS A MUMMY ONCE
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:55pm
EYE was a Mummy once
wrapped in My intricate wrappings
I couldn’t see The Sky
for the sarcophagus
carved out with
M(EYE) LIFE STORY —
I lay in My Tomb
with My Innards preserved
and noblemen flocked
to see
My Grave
and to gaze at
My Holy Body
locked away
in stone
November 11, 2015
WHAT’S GOIN’ ON AROUND HERE?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm
Why Have EYE
got to call M(EYE) SELF
The God-damn 2nd
Coming
in order to get
Attention from
Powerful White Men??
They Can Go Fuck
Them Selves!!
November 6, 2015
EYE AM
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:04pm
EYE AM SWEET
Jesus
in M(EYE) BRAND NEW
BULLET-PROOF VEST
over
My Black Negligee
over
My Black Lace Bra
Joanna Gilman Hyde 