ROWING BREAK
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:05am
The Universe
is A Giant Kitty Box
with The Wild Stars
scattered on Our Floor
at The Foot of Our Basement Stairs
— The Cats Who use It
are God
& Those Who Clean It —
Christ
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: God
January 9, 2016
I PULLED DOWN A LITTLE CHUNK OF SKY & GAVE IT TO MY SELF
The Hawk Queen Bed, January 8,11:04pm
There’s a New God
On The Block —
She’s outdone, beaten up
The Old Guy
with Her Hair, Dark
in a bun — orange blossom
at Her Ear —
She sits on My Right Shoulder
& tells Me with Her Voice So Dear:
“You Know The Meaning of Life
So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep”
January 8, 2016
GLITTER
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
God has The Soul of Space
in which to play Her Hand
from Her Fingertips
She can spill & spread
Her Trillions & Trillions of Suns
to let the fertile Ones out —
Those very rare seeds
spawning new worlds
across the countless miles
of Grace
January 6, 2016
@)!^
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
This is The Year
I am no longer
The Second Coming of Christ —
instead, or along with —
EYE am An Artist
with The Spirit of Christ
allowing Me to Create
& Create & Create
& Create & Create
& Create
December 28, 2015
AVA’S BIRTHDAY
My Journal for statements
Tonight in My Bath
of necessity
I took out the purple
galaxies folding down around Me
& laid them on the edge
of The Universe
for safe-keeping
December 24, 2015
PRELIMINARY TO A STABLE CHRISTMAS
Dec 19, The Yarmouth psych unit NOON
I have been moved
from The Therapeutic Quiet Room
to a bed of My Own
wrapped in bronze & silver filigree
spread with cotton linens
I have just ingested 5mg. of Olanzapine —
part of a new, high, regime
but I am compliant here —
minding My Own business
& not that of THE WORLD
—
Dec 19, Yarmouth psych unit no watch
EYE Love M(EYE) Heart
It is M(EYE) heart
It makes Me happy
when I feel it
beating
—
EYE miss My Cat Astro
I miss hugging Him & cuddling Him
I love Him
—
Dec 20th 2015 Psych unit
I arrived bare-foot
in black negligee
& bullet-proof vest
to a place where Mental Illness
is a fact
when I have been trying with My Heart
to have it
not be so
—
Dec 20th 2015 The psych Unit 10:28am
EYE am dressed
in robes
of hospital care
& am on My bed
of quiet.
I have a crying friend
who has been a comfort to me
as I have been to her
& we have cried all morning
—
Dec. 20th 2015 Psych Unit 1:54pm
EYE sit through
these long & lonely hours
hoping the phone will ring
for me
knowing I will sob & cry
to whomever loves
me.
—
Dec. 20th The Yarmouth Psych Unit 3:05pm
MY SILVER WALL
I stand aloft My Silver Wall
with my light upon the bricks
I see & stand & cry in all
my grief — finally finally
set free
I see the silver through
my tears & know how far
I’ve come
—
Dec 21, 2015 psych unit 4:07am
EYE AM IN M(EYE) PRECIOUS TIME
The veil is off
The veil of The Second Coming
is down
my heart is exposed
& it is a beautiful heart
—
Dec 22, 2015 My Room in The Psych Ward 10:00pm
LITTLE STRIPED SILVER FISH
Today in My Room
of Bronze & Silver
I was visited by a bug
Who looked to be trying to hide
I did not squish him
but let him roam free
allowed to say hello
to the next patient
after me.
—
Dec 23, 2015 My Room @ the psych ward 8:55am
A SILENT PRAYER
God, I speak my voice to you
& know you listen to every word
grant me the security
of MIND
that I will see My Destiny
& Live It
to The Fullest
I love You,
Joanna
December 15, 2015
THE KISS OF LIFE
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:55pm
EYE have decided to leave
My Fuchsia Lip Print
on The Rim of My Sacred Life Glass –
It rests
like a purple leaf above
the scripted “Life”
set in Black
& EYE drink from It
layer upon layer
November 29, 2015
MY TREE CANNOT BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am
Armed with My Arsenal
of X-Miss Tree ornaments
— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —
— black balls from Walmart —
EYE spent twelve hours
trimming
& having fun
to complete My Play
from a table pedestal up
rooted
to The Silver Star strung
from The Cathedral Ceiling
suspended
November 23, 2015
EYE WAS A MUMMY ONCE
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:55pm
EYE was a Mummy once
wrapped in My intricate wrappings
I couldn’t see The Sky
for the sarcophagus
carved out with
M(EYE) LIFE STORY —
I lay in My Tomb
with My Innards preserved
and noblemen flocked
to see
My Grave
and to gaze at
My Holy Body
locked away
in stone
November 22, 2015
THE EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY OF MY BROTHER’S DEATH
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
First & Foremost I am
A Human Being —
I come from the planet Earth
where I made My Self
from the mesh of molten rock
& the salt from endless waves.
I came to My Human Form
through My Mother, primarily
though My Father
gave Her Lie-sense.
I was born into a world
of tumult
@ The Exact Right Time
to become what I am Today:
A Woman Understood
Joanna Gilman Hyde 