Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: dreaming

MARRIED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:32pm

Last Night I Had A Dream

I was married

to Dr Blair

I felt safe

in the security

of Our Marital Bed

I felt His Warm Right Hand

on My Left

& then I went to sleep

OVERCAST

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:18am

I dove into a Floridian Pool

against a backdrop

of pool-side haze

& old people

In the middle somewhere

I held an infantile hand

in My Left

& used it, shamelessly

to masturbate

successfully

OPEN AIR

The Hawk Queen Bed 12:10am

I can hear The Open Air

breathing through Our Bathroom Window

— Its off The Bedroom —

I can go to sleep

dreaming of The Waves

& My established friendship

with The Night

FORETOLD

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:00pm

I believe I will live

to tell the story of My Death

& not the murky recitation

of past relatives

& misty shores

I will live to tell

of nightly dreams

coalescing

into daily performance

the history of which

enshrouded

by My Veil

of Truth

will come to My Listeners

as no surprise

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS INSANITY

The Hawk Kitchen 6:42pm

just suppression by anti-psychotic drugs

all things yelled should be heard

& if My Dreams are interfered with

My Sleeping Pattern could get in trouble

I’m free now, drinking beer

in My Kitchen

with a cat on the foot stool

My Husband napping before supper

My Prophecy unravelling

as I write

& the sky — I have to write

about The Sky:

It is ponderous

laden with cloud

in varying greys

It Is Beautiful

& I Love It

CHOPPING BLOCK

The Hawk Hallway 9:00am

Today is a beautiful day

for selling an island property

& Hunter awoke with a dream

of David Wilson going sailing

The Hawk Portico 10:30am

Today is Black Friday

& I’ve got an island property

on The Chopping Block

My Realtor is going out to Mc Nutt’s

@ 2 o’clock this sunny high tide

with a prospective buyer from Maine

who’s made His Offer

& paid His Deposit —

He Just Has To See It

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.

THE HAWK LAUNDRY 10:30am

2 days ago

I dreamt of My Daughter

age 4

in a Red Velvet Dress

running across a field

to Me

laughing

I called out to a nearby friend

“I Made Her

including untidy & rude–”

Scooped Up My Beloved Child

& Kissed Her Red Left Cheek

Today I Hand Wash

Her Teenage Underwear

I Straighten Out Her Thongs

Hang Up Her Red Bra

On The Laundry Rack

To Dry In The Sun