Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nova scotia poet

SIGN

The Tomato-coloured Cock 1:28pm

I have seen

The Symmetry

of The White Dragonfly

made up

of 2 White Trucks

nose-to-nose:

cabs for brains

beds for wings

spanning the mid-section

of Wilson’s parking lot

in Barrington Passage,

Nova Scotia

VOODOO ALIEN

The Hawk Living Room 9:22pm

I have an Alien growing

inside Me — He’s attached

to My Left Lower Ribs somewhere

I feel Him vibrate & tumble

when I sit at a desk

or even in a chair

talking to a friend — no

I have never felt Him

in Other People’s Presence

He is with Me when I am

alone

7:11

The Hawk Living Room 7:11pm

The World Needs

A Robust Love Story —

I Am Providing One

One With No Beginning

No End

One To Carry Us Through

Our Greatest Change —

The Human Realization

We Are Not

Alone

I.D.

The Hawk Living Room 6:53pm

Aliens have infiltrated

The Medical Profession

I saw One today, twice

— or I should say He saw Me —

while visiting My X Father-in-Law

@ Roseway Hospital

in teeny-weeny Shelburne,

Nova Scotia

VIEW

The Hawk Hallway 8:18am

I catch The Silver Sheen

upon the water

& wonder what the day

will bring

I prepare My List

for Home-coming Daughter

& wonder not that My Heart

still sings

LAST ONE

The Hawk Library 3:20pm

I never had a drink

on a psychiatric ward

why should I have one

in My Own Place

or anywhere else

for that matter

why should I ever

have one again?

The Hell with Social Drinking

I will be freely psychotic

at My Own Pace

 

LIMITLESS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:40pm

What if People

have been pounding out mountains

for aeons

building pyramids

cities all over the globe

& filling oceans

bucket by bucket?

OCTOBER 31st

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm

For Halloween I saw

Two Aliens in The Steel-framed Mirror

in My Purple Bathroom —

This Pair communicates

with hand gestures

subtle signals

mental telepathy —

This has been going on

for Twenty Years

This Halloween The Masks

were pulled down

Sun Glasses pulled up

THREE DAYS LATER

The Hawk Living Room 9:05am

The Sun is white hot

this morning

with Its Silver Blazing

over the water

The Crows are in an uproar

waves of Starlings are matting Our Lawn

THE DOCTOR’S WIFE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

I am The Girl Who’s

had Every Advantage

even when the heel broke

off My Glass Slipper

I arrived unscathed

from an orgy of Champagne

in the back of a Limousine —

too bad I don’t remember

The Home Stretch