Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: existence

June 9, 2013

WINDOWS ON THE WORLD

The Hawk Deck 11:35am

“We know that Two Planes

ran into The World Trade Center —

what else is true

We do not know”*

— overtaken by My Father

lumbering up the stairs

to My Shower

squishing used bars of soap together

His Noxema & Sensodyne

were not so innocent —

but That was only His Ghost

telling Me He was in cahoots

with The Muslims

in Riyadh

when He lived over there

for 25 years

before having lunch @ Windows On The World

with Guy Tozzoli & Me

where no mention whatsoever

was made of My

Galactic Bullseye

*quote from WHB

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June 8, 2013

THE JOKER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

One hospitalized night

I saw The Meaning Of Life

open out before My Astonished Eyes

to reveal a profound Joke —

A Joke I had no way of expressing

but A Joke to make The World Laugh

not to Death

but to Life

A New Life, A New Era

where God is unnecessary

where God can be laughed off

laughed at

& thrown into a corner

a rigid corner, or pocket (like a pool table)

where He can see

He no longer resides

on Earth

except in the form

of uncornered Humans

Who find Their True Meaning

in a spirituality

unseparate

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June 7, 2013

FOR MY DEAR BERNARD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm

We have come back into

each other’s lives

thanks primarily to the Internet

and here We are — corresponding

I was on a cloud of happiness

to be reunited with You

Who held such a place

in My Very Young Childhood

Now You Have Asked The Fateful Question:

“Joanna, how do you spend Your Days?”

My Answer:

Like You Bernard, waiting for the production of Your Musical —

I am waiting for My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting

Self Organizing Galaxy

to blow the roof off 911

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June 6, 2013

EVENING LIFE

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:30pm

The Hawk Inlet is calm

reflecting a thick & hazy sunset

The Cape is green

along Its jagged dunes

One Puzzled Mosquito

spies on Me

through the window

as I sit on My Desk

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June 6, 2013

Dr Blair Harbours An Artist

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:15pm

Dr Blair has a modern house

keeping A New York City Artist

next to the sea shore

She dances to Radioactive in Her Bathrobe

drinking a beer

& talking on the phone

out on The Hawk Deck

where She wonders if Her Voice

carries

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June 6, 2013

Afternoon Catch-up

The Hawk Deck 4:30pm

The Clouds look painted on

— not fake — just oily & slim

(if I knew brush sizes I could tell You)

across from The West heavier & streaked

to The East knotty & piled

The Sun is somewhere

coming around to the back of My House

for setting later

maybe I’ll get My Beer

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June 6, 2013

I Saw & Heard A Chickadee

The Hawk Deck 2:50pm

There is something like magic

in the stillness here

with only The Birds

— even They have settled —

the breeze is lulling

I cannot even hear the surf

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June 6, 2013

Atop The Scraggly Apple

The Hawk Deck 1:00pm

The Yellow Bird has visited again —

He has not chirped of God

but of His Friend

in another tree

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June 6, 2013

OWNERSHIP

The Hawk Deck 11:30am

I Am God THE OBSERVER

I Am God THE LISTENER

I Am A Human Being

In Love With The Land

Where She Lives

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June 6, 2013

MORNING LIFE

The Hawk Deck 9:55am

I have The Solace

of a Day In June

cool, but garbed in My Grey Bathrobe

I am ready for a cup of tea

& more Bird Song

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