Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: humanity

MY SILVER BLADES OF LIGHT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:20pm

Now that I have reclaimed

the True Force of My Vision

I do not mean to keep it to My Self

I do not think I am capable

of keeping It

to My Self

My intention is to share It

with Whomever

so desires

to know

Its

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I’VE KICKED GOD IN THE NUTS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:35pm

I’ve Kicked God in The Nuts

out

of My House

He is No Longer Welcome Here

He has Fucked My World Over

ever since It was Created

out of a blob of liquid sun

He has Fucked with The Minds

of All of Humanity

since We were Placed Here

by Alien Intelligence

in An Unprotected Garden

naked to Our Truth

naked to Our Desire

for The Understanding

of The Power

of Our Minds

GOD CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

The Hawk Bench of Fortification 2:45pm

Through My Anger

Through My Female God’s Anger

I will Construct

not peace (that’s so old it hurts)

I will Construct

a New Way of Seeing

for The Whole Planet

— oh, It may take Some Time —

but I’m aiming to use My Time

until I Die, and then some

ARE YOU ALL SILVERED OUT?

The Hawk Kitchen 11:11am

Those *2* Giant Blocks

of Rectangular Silver

Came Crashing Down

on My Miles of Silver Duct Tape

on My Miles of Watery Plastic Sheeting

on My Ten-thousand Square Feet of Dacron Canvas

laid out, smoothed out

weighed down by 400 Sand Bags

Painted for Thousands of Office Workers

It was My

Self Organizing Galaxy

It All Came Crashing Down

in Zillions of Silver Streaks

on My Head on The Afternoon of March 31st, 1993

I have been crawling out ever since

note:  title from WHB

SERVER NOT FOUND

February 9th The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:58pm

The Internet is down

with a Red Exclamation Mark

notifying This Account

of no connection

I am connected

I am tuned in

on My Island attached

by a flooded causeway

to the rest of The Province

to the rest of The World

I could be, am I?

That Server

February 10th The Hawk Corner Room Noon

Can You make a poem

out of a News Report

of an eleven-year-old Boy

killed by carbon monoxide poisoning

while a Father shovelled snow

a Son kept warm

by an idling engine?

1:00pm

I could be that Determined Girl

Who shut Her Self in Her Room

stared at Her Self in Her Dresser Mirror

until The Glaring Face

moulded It Self into distorted patches

of brooding dark hues

I could have a lock-in

a lock-down

with the radio on for music

but not for News

THERE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:47pm

I was That 37 Year-old

with The New Haircut

back from Pass

— why was I even in There?

Because I thought

I was The Second Coming of Christ

wearing A Sign on My Blouse

“Waiting To Be Believed”

with A Helium Balloon tied

to My Very Thin Wrist

being told by Nurses

to take off My “inappropriate” Sign

& My Balloon

so They would agree

to talk to Me

ABOLITION

The West Desk Window 9:33pm

I will either be shot

as I have dreamt

or immortalized by Aliens

with DVD holding My Hand

on another Planet

or maybe this One

if there is a Heaven

could This Earth be free

of war & abortion?

As I live I shall stand

for both ends

SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG

January 29th The 103 7:49am

I have to be very grown up

this is what grown-ups do

They go to Operations

11:15am Queen Elizabeth II (Old VG) Halifax

“See Ya” rings out cheerily

in the halls

12:45pm

I wait, rest, in a room

thematically named “Beach”

Hunter was taken away @ 12:15

an hour & 45 minutes before scheduled

I wait to hear a “start time”

1:56pm

I am waiting for a “start time”

has the surgery started yet?

(note: shortly after writing this I was told

the “Cut Time” was 1:30

and was given a 3 hour “window”)

I see, for the first time,

10:22 is Really 22:22

on the 24 hour clock

(to spell it out for everybody)

It’s very loud around here — there’s

actually raucous laughter across

the hall

luckily I am the only person in this

“Beach Room”

(note:  one woman came in with reminiscences

of a trip through the Caribbean and described

how She would have jumped ship into the open arms

of a big black woman in the surf, who had a smile

as big as She was) 

2:30pm

(note: checked into The Lord Nelson)

3:00pm

(note: cell phone call from surgeon:

“Mrs Blair — I’m calling to say 

the operation went very well

Your Husband will be in Recovery

about two hours”)

(note: made phone calls to friends and relatives

had to find out Hunter’s Private Isolation Room

and visited Him there for a couple of hours

where the door was kept open and I was allowed

ungowned

though Hunter was a suspected MRSA* carrier

Hunter seemed wonderful — five abdominal incisions

for laparoscopy to fix a hernia and esophagus)

9:27pm The Lord Nelson Victory Arms Pub

I’m drinking Keith’s On Tap

& about to order a club

& Greek salad

The Waiter said

“You’re not from around here

are You”

*Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aurius 

also known as The Super Bug

PROCLAMATION

The Hawk Kitchen 8:22pm

In This Black Book

I Write

M(EYE) Proclamation:

I

Am

The

Church

M(EYE)

Body

Is

M(EYE)

Steeple

M(EYE)

Body

Is

M(EYE)

Mind

M(EYE)

Church

Is

M(EYE)

Mind

Standing

for Freedom

from Entrapment

Freedom

To Fart

Like Every Human Being

I Carry

an English Dictionary

for reference

& not for instruction

I attempt to guide

I have to eat

M(EYE) Supper

Now

P.S.

I have to name M(EYE) Church:

The Joanna Hyde Pass Gas Chapel

I Drink The Golden Fluid

The Hawk Kitchen 6:16pm

I Drink The Golden Fluid

of My Beer

in My Concept 2 Drinking

Glass

& I feel, feel, feel

I feel

for Everyone

trapped

by illness

or made-up labels

People in prisons

I feel for My World

I feel for My Planet

I feel for

My

Self’s

Capacity