Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: dreams

THE FIRST DAY OF DUCK SEASON

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:54am

“That’s right Blue Jays–

You tell Those Hunters

They are disturbing The Peace

by killing innocent birds

trying to fly South —

You tell Them — there’s A Woman

on The Hawk

with Her Bed Room Windows open

just so She can hear The Waves

and has to be woken

from a wild dream

of transvestites and babies

hefty and shrinking

alerted to Those Lethal Bangs”

CAR DREAM

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:12am

Last night I dreamed

all night it seemed

of a car being repaired

with trays of crystalline candy

delivered by a female mechanic

to the body of the vehicle

My Brain?

outside My Bedroom Window —

an exhausting dream

but necessary

for My Most Restorative Sleep

EARLY MORNING DREAM

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am

I dreamt of a cheerful baby

named Turrettes

who jumped on a bed

and fell off backwards

on Her Head but

She was alright —

only spewed out a streak

of vomit

across surrounding walls

which I cheerfully

cleaned up

much to the thanks

of Her Mother

DREAM WHILE NAPPING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:38pm

I crossed a short causeway

to PEI (Prince Edward Island)

only it was more like a small city

when I got there —

like Halifax

only tiny

and My Intention was to drive around

its perimeter

but I started talking to a group

of young urban people

who lived there

and asked

“Is there any place to dance?”

I didn’t get a specific answer

Next I was sitting

across from a black woman

who had ordered

some kind of Japanese food for Us —

tiny servings of rice  with sliced pickles

on toothpicks

and a sample of something with peanuts

in a Szechuan sauce

— I was hungry and it was not enough —

She was telling me

“Do You know there’s A Child

Who’s allowed to go on the bus alone —

guess how old She is?”

I blurted out “Two!”

“Try five or six months –”

and just as I was about to ask

if there was any kind of babysitter

I started to eat My Napkin

and woke up

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.

MY POETRY TEACHER*

The Hawk Kitchen 8:15am

Who was That Man

I kissed in My Dream?

He was blonde with

an English accent —

He was a counsellor

I had an appointment with

(which I missed)

As We were deciding to end the professional relationship

He offered Me

His Burning Mentholated Cigarette

 

*Brian Swann, Professor of Poetry, The Cooper Union

THE UNFOLDING

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am

I draw a blank

when I try to remember

My Dreams —

but The One I’m living out

is with Me

Forever

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm

I am living every woman’s dream

with 2 handsome husbands

& a lover in the wings —

I can make bread pudding

to save the birds from My Cooking

I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair

to look at The Sea,

My Pristine Blue Horizon

& remember what She said when I was a child:

“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man

very happy”

MEMORY PILL DREAM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:50am

I woke with The Dream

of My Mother

having Her 2nd Funeral

I was with Howard

in The Jordan Bay House

& She hadn’t died yet

I asked Howard where

We should have The Funeral

& He said Here!

We can put The Coffin

on The Sun Porch Table

& have Everyone park

on the grass. We can send

Her Body out to sea

& I said, It better go

way out to sea or

It will just wash up

in The Cove!

I asked My Brother —

“Have You ever known

Anyone Who’s had 2

Funerals?”