Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Dr James Chandler FRCPC

Open Letter to Dr James Chandler

Dear Jimbo:

Are you ever going to return my phone calls?

Are you still praying for me?

Well you don’t have to any more.

No thanks to you

and your drugs

and your illegal hospitalizations

Eye am back to making art

as proficiently as I was in art school

and you’ll never see it.

Sincerely

Your former “patient”

Joanna

Re-shifted

Hey WHB — how come

you didn’t defend me

that time Eye was demonstrating

with a bread knife saying

“Eye could prove a point with this”

BECAUSE THERE WAS NO POINT —

why didn’t you tell Eliza

Eye was being your favourite type

of humour: “ironic”

instead you called the Mounties on me

and had me hauled away in an ambulance

to the psych ward —

how come you never defended me?

POLITICAL PILL

The Hawk Exercise Room 9:57am

M(EYE) Pill

is M(EYE) Power

prescribed by My Tall

Psychiatrist

— I don’t want to mess

with Him —

EYE take It twice a day

@ 9:11

& It kills

Me

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

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!!

AUTHOR’S READING “THE SCRIPT”

PROPHETIC READING “THE SCRIPT” BY JOANNA GILMAN HYDE

RARE DREAM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:46am

I had a dream

of My Faithful Old Psychiatrist

Who once boomed

“I will never give up on You!”

I had a dream

He was in love with Me

soft spoken

He held My Hand

& We were the friends

We could never be

THE WHITE CARNATION

Listening to Future Islands 8:25pm

One night

an eternity ago

when I was young with My Brother

alive, yet within the walls

of Our Psychiatric Unit

He gave Me a white carnation

& a red rose & said

I was The Rose — I asked Him

to join Me in the morning

in My Pink Bedspread-ed Room

to make the announcement

to Our tall psychiatrist:

as I took Howard’s hand

I pronounced to Dr Chandler

“We are The Second Coming of Christ”

and he, that very tall man

with the booming voice

walked out

“Sleep Will Be An Issue For The Rest Of Your Life”*

May 19, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06pm

Sometimes The Wind and Tide

combine to augment

The Sound as It is delivered

of The Waves accompanied

by Peepers, heightened by Peepers

to calm The Way

to Sleep

*only truth pertaining to Me uttered by the psychiatrist I had for eight years