Eliza’s Lavender Room 7:36pm
The Second Coming of Christ
has moved out of Her Husband’s Room
to afford greater access
to sleep without cats
— a temporary move —
but now to live
in the singularity of mind
DIVINE & HUMAN
as She programs Her Self
to open up The World
by saying “Good Night”
to Its mammoth past
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:05am
I am a very womanly woman:
I feed My Husband His Instant
Oatmeal —
later make Him a sandwich —
supper @ 6:00 —
I buy all the groceries
do The Laundry
& keep The House tidy
weekday mornings I see My Husband
off to Work
where his Secretary gets Him
take-out meals —
like all The Women
The World Over
We keep Our Men
Alive
The Hawk Queen Bed NOON
I come into My Bedroom
The Privacy —
only to write To The World
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The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:35pm
Dr Blair signs His Papers
with His Gold & Onyx Pen
while I blink on The Couch, tired
looking for My Friend —
My Friend Who came to Me Last Night
and put His spherical rays
in front of My Crazed Sight
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:53am
Last Night I saw
The Aura of Eye
whenever I blinked
& became The Petulant Child
while My Husband went to sleep
I wore Him out
with My Antics
while I tried
to decipher
what I was seeing
& decided
I should eat
The Hawk Window Seat 10:30am
A fine head of Silver Hair
graces the brow
of My Husband —
He dresses in Jeans
for Casual Friday
while I fix
His Silver Cat Pendent
around His Neck
I fix His Plain Oatmeal
instant with raisins
& cinnamon
while He sits
before His Computer
reading of worldly events
at quarter to eleven
He rises to put on His Shoes
black Eccos from over six years ago
& gets His Coat —
a leather jacket made in China
from over twenty
He kisses Me at the door
before He drives away
in His black 2000 Lincoln LS
to His Office in Barrington
where He attends
over fifty people
a day
Who Love Him
The Hawk Hallway 1:06pm
I live the life
of a Home-grown Saint
taking sandwiches & pop
to My Husband’s Secretary
because I have The Time
& like dropping in on Her
There is no such “thing” as “mental illness.” There is no true illness which can be said to be entirely “mental” unless it is derived from an organic source such as a brain tumour. There are no physical attributes in the human body which can point to this description. There is no pre-determining test for “mental illness.” The psychiatric diagnosis used to determine the supposed state of “mental illness” is opinion-based at best, and most often this opinion is not shared by the individual in question. At worst this opinion is often shared by family members, friends, and society as a whole, creating a kind of trap or “Catch 22” for the individual.
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What we see when we attempt to use this stigmatizing and false description of “mental illness” is an array of human self expression which may be affected by, or resulting from, changes in environment, sleep patterns, physical activity, thought, perception, interaction with others, or any conglomeration of naturally occurring factors which can and do affect all of us as human beings.
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We are variable and complex. To lump any of us into “categories” of “mental illness” is a grave disservice to humanity.
Written by Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair
The Hawk Window Seat 5:05pm
We are on a passage way
toward & of seduction — I am
Dr Blair’s — I belong
in His House By The Sea
with The Sun setting golden
thrown against The Silver Clouds
When I first posted Halloween
all three related listings in the comment section
When I looked again
three different poems were listed.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
I will tell You People
what kinda God I Am
& see if You can understand
Me —
I Am Serious
I Am NOT Serene
I am Factual, NOT based
on Faith —
based on Reason
as I Am Your Reason
for Schizophrenia
I Am The Light
of Silver,
NOT Gold
I have shown up
to stir This World up
from Its Legacy
of Bull Shit
It Is Time
for Me —
not to be believed
but to be KNOWN
I make My Announcement
Tonight
to establish The Fact
that The Human Mind
can be
Anything
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*My Husband just gave Me the book So This Is Permanence
by Ian Curtis of Joy Division
Joanna Gilman Hyde 