Dr W Hunter Blair | Joanna Gilman Hyde

September 2, 2012

SUNDAY MORNING

The Hawk Deck 8:40am

The Morning Sky is Silver

as I heed the wealth

of My Surroundings

–

The Surf is shushing Me again

while My Teacup steeps

My Husband sleeps

I assess the coolness of The Wind

–

9:40am

The Surf is Louder Now

It Wakes Me Up

To The Silver Streaks & Pools

across The Ocean

My Husband is Up

& We’re Having Coffee

–

11:40am

A Pair of Jays have come

to The Straggly Apple by The Deck

Others Join Them

so I have My Flock of Jays

Who squawk out My Growing Up

as They All fly off:

“You are in The Childhood

of Your Maturity

Here On The Hawk”

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September 1, 2012

SEPTEMBER FIRST, 2012

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15am

Nobody knew how much

I longed for Those Pet Store Love Birds

except My Mother

as I begged Her to buy Them

for forty dollars in 1970

I had My Heart Set On Them:

all She said was

What If One of Them Dies?

–

8:35am

Two Years Ago We Awoke

to Our First Morning Here On The Hawk

It seems so long ago

I can’t remember:

was it The Still, Glittering Day

We are having Now

with Our First Cup of Coffee in Bed

& Our Second on The Deck?

Or was I frantically unpacking?

I can’t remember

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August 29, 2012

NOON IN THE REAL WORLD

I just woke from a Gravol-induced Dream:

Out on a brick terrace

I was being interviewed

by a Keith Haring Type

about My Life so far

& My Artistic Intentions

Suddenly I Stood Up

wearing a long white billowy robe

I declared —

“THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO”

I walked over to a vacant section

& The Keith Haring Guy said “I Know —

You Want To SAVE”

I turned to Him & explained “No —

that word has been overused —

I have a lot of problems with that word

which I wont go into now. This

is what I want to do — ”

I raised My Arms up to the tree limbs

& sky above Me & I began to spin

I spun so fast, faster and faster

that I became a spinning top

as I chanted: Organize Organize Organize

until I felt I was turning into a Gyroscope

–

The first definition of the verb to Organize

in My Mother’s 1971 Random House Dictionary:

1. to form as or into a whole

consisting of interdependent or coordinated

parts, esp. for harmonious or united action.

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August 28, 2012

MIDNIGHT IN THE REAL WORLD

We’re in a Maelstrom

of bad ideas

overworked secretaries

& lives We don’t call

Our Own

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August 27, 2012

HAWK DECK NOTES

The Hawk Deck NOON

Yesterday The Ocean spoke to Me

& told Me to get up & write

Today it’s The Fog telling Me

to be quiet

–

1:00

I heard & saw one flock of Geese

flying south along the shore

& when I asked Hunter if

They could be going south already

He said, “Oh yes They are.”

–

1:10

I don’t care about

“Going Down In History”

I only care about

being a Living Legend

for The Time I’m In

–

1:52

There’s a Spider Web on The Edge

of This Book.

I have to get It off.

I will have to dismantle The Strand

& try to afix It to the little wrought iron table

next to Me.

–

Little Miss Muffet

sat on a tuffet

eating Her Curds & Whey

along came a Spider

& sat down beside Her

& frightened Miss Muffet away

–

Well, I got My Book back

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August 26, 2012

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 4:50

The Waves have died down now

cats are quarrelling

I am ready to Annunciate My Self

to become, to say

I am whatever You want

Me to be —

I can fill any role

but know that within My Role

& Yours

I am true

I am true to My Self

I am true to The World

& We will go farther

than far

together

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August 26, 2012

I’M INSIDE A GOD DAMN F–ING FAIRY TALE

The Waves are merely seductive

They’re keeping Me here

on The Deck

or in The Bedroom with windows open

Last Night I yelled to My Perturbed Husband

I might not write again —

I might go babbling My Head off

whenever & wherever I felt like It —

saying anything I feel

& if I get carted away by The Police

I would just say “Sorry Officer —

I choose to write verbally

& My Delivery is NOT SEDUCTIVE”

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August 24, 2012

CHAPTERS

I found My Voice

in Chapters today

rising from the Well–Being section

My Voice was heard

above a wall of five stacks

–counted for My Husband–

demanding

“What Does Well–Being

MEAN?”

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August 23, 2012

THE VALLEY COTTAGE PORCH

I was That Girl

in a red terry tank top

no bra

gold medallion around My Neck

hair piled upon My Head

legs crossed, long & tan

My Saucy Smile

won My Man

I was eighteen there

& piped the dream

“Living In Nova Scotia”

here — now — on My Deck

in My Brand New LL Beans

belted, shirt tucked in

breasts in place

expecting Peak

& Hunter & maybe Eliza

for Nachos

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August 21, 2012

THE SHOWER

I turned on The Water

in what’s called Eliza’s Shower

& unbuttoned My LL Bean Rose Striped Linen Shirt

in The Mirror, Eliza’s Mirror

& took off My Grey Capris

which I have to throw out

because My Husband told Me

They go up The Crack of My Butt

I took off My Underwear

& tossed It in Eliza’s Laundry Basket

I took off My Unwieldy Bra

& hung It on a doorknob

How Long Is This Poem Going To Be?

I looked at My Body’s Profile

& decided if I look fat

I am probably about to get My Period

–

I stepped in behind The Curtain

The Stall was dirty

I put cleanser on a cleaning rag

I cleaned while The Spray was on Me

& rinsed The Tub

My Hair Was Wet

I squeezed out some Nizoral

Red In My Left Hand

& lathered My Hair

The Directions advise to leave It in

for 3-5 minutes

so I stepped back out

to look at My Watch

It told Me I was in The Twenty-second minute

OH! That’s When I Cleaned The Tub!

I cleaned The Tub & then Me

& rinsed My Hair

& got out

I towelled off in a clean towel

& took My Clothes

back to My Room

to put on Different Clothes

& Do You Know What I Put On?

I put on Black Underwear

My Black Push-up Bra

Black LL Bean Capris w/ Comfort Waist

Black Tank

Silver Earrings

Wedding Rings

Quartz Crystal & Diamond Question Mark Ring

& My Ladies Bulova Open-heart Watch

I bought for My Self

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