Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: gold

RECESSION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:33pm

I sit in That Golden Light

until It, or I,

goes behind A Bank Of Cloud

THE PSYCHIATRIST’S PRAYER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

Once I wore black

for My Favourite Psychiatrist

Jesus Black — black velour sling pants

black push-up bra

briefly hidden by a golden tee

which said “Trust In The Lloyd

My FP asked if I had made the slogan

I told Him, “No, it came from a movie”

and tore off The Tee

as I sat on an unforgiving mattress

on the floor

of The TQ Room — not a room — an unforgiving space

euphemistically named The Therapeutic Quiet Room

— My hair was longer then

blonder

I might have looked wild —

My Tall Psychiatrist

stood above Me

and looked at the ceiling

and said what I presume

was a prayer

I don’t even know

why He was in there

and I certainly do not know why I was

Note: related passage in The Script

https://joannagilmanhyde.wordpress.com/?s=The+Script

SLEEPING STAR

The Hawk Deck 10:45am

How Ironic, My Private Gold

— I wrote Gold! —

told Me I am A Star

“so go to sleep”

— She told Me

to go To Sleep!

while here now I am waiting

watching

to see The World

awake!

JUST SO YOU’RE NOT LEFT HANGING

The Hawk Deck 2:05pm

Am I The Fluffy Beige Cat

Lounging On Her Deck

Or Am I The Strutting Grey Gull

Looking For A Hand-out?

2:15pm

Everything Is Magical

I Am In The Realm

Of Magic Realism

9:27pm

The Moon Is Up There

Gold Against The Backdrop

Of Teal Showing Off

The Planet Venus

HAREM OF ONE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:20pm

Would I be unfair or inaccurate

not to include My Daughter

in this singularly female household

supported by One Man

& One Daughter’s Inheritance (that’s Me!)

living a life of leisure

& art —

am I being unfair

to My Self — afterall

I grocery shop

take out the trash

clean occasionally

& try to cook

INSIDE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm

The Polish has been subdued a little

off My Sparkling Day —

I am inside with the cool wind out

The Radio is on

I am drinking copious quantities of water

from My Glass Marked “LIFE”

1:25pm

The World can reach into My Heart

& pull out all The Hope It Needs

to get Us through this rough time

this transition from Gold to Silver

Day to Night

Sun to Moon

West to East

Man to Woman

Yes, take It all —

It’s free, right here

My Hope Lives

Where I Live

 

THE LAST PAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

My Fame Will Be

This World’s

Freedom

When I Am Found Out

Inside & Out

We Will No Longer

Believe

In Schizophrenia

Bi-polar

& Other Multitudinous

“Psychiatric Illnesses”

Silver Will Sky-rocket

Gold Will

Linger In Its

Old-fashioned Luster

Man & Woman Will Live Together

Unrivalled

I AM DRESSING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm

I Am Dressing

For My Painting Today

Top Colour Orange

For The Spiral

Blue Jeans For The Sky

Magic Dangly Earrings

For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges

Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon

For The Interpretation

WE ARE ALL PROPHETS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm

We Are All Prophets

Seeing Our Futures

And Creating Our Ways

To The Regeneration

Of Our True Forms

In The Singularity

EVENING ON THE HAWK

The Hawk Hallway 7:34pm

My Journal Upon My Lap

Braces My Right Thigh

Crossed Over My Left

With The Final Rays Of Sun

Gracing My Kneecap

I Am Sitting To Write

Of The Exciting Time

Of Royal Birth

Growth Of Gold & Silver

& My Magic Number

Of The Day

The Only Shadow

On Our Good Favour

Is The Disappearance

Of Hunter’s Cat Cami

For The Second Time