Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: hair


The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

Rudy Link’s Head was cushioned

on My Stomach

as I lay on  My Side

of Dr Blair’s Bed

 I was attending to

Rudy’s Hair & Face

the way

I tend to Hunter’s


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm

Oh Hair Grow

when I inhale the fur

of My Big Black Astro

Oh Hair when I cut You off

22 years ago

how could I have known

I would have the love for You

that I do now?

You would be My Greatest Comfort —

I will gleefully brush You

braid You, pin You decoratively

care for You with balsamic solutions —

every follicle I own on My Head

please be rejuvenated and never

turn back to the darkness

of severity of Truth —

I want to live My Dream

& My Dream is You flying,

whipping Your Golden Fabrication

around My Shoulders

protecting Me as a mantel

of Hope & Love

for This World

of Happiness

We need so badly


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:16pm

I will wear My Hair

in a braid at My Side

an appendage of strength

never to be pulled in jest

held in place by coloured bands

complimenting My Face

decorating My Self

for the admiration

of women as well

as men


The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

The Crumpled Up Napkin

hovering over My Husband’s Dark Lunch Plate

set with galactic crumbs

looked to Me like God

on His Cloud

allowing Me to decide

to get My Hair done

once a week