Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nova scotia poet

ORANGE IS THE COLOUR OF THE NIGHT

The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am

I spoke with sordid gusto

I slobbered

though clearly I chided

My Docile Husband —

“What do We CELEBRATE

on this Planet?!

What do We CELEBRATE?

We CELEBRATE

S — E — X

That’s why We’re here!!”

“CARROTS ARE PENISES

& PUMPKINS ARE CUNTS”

Note:

I go padding down the hall

every morning

in My Cranberry Slippers

to serve My Husband

His Oatmeal & Raisins

22 WORDS

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:40pm

“Wait A Minute”

That Curious Phrase:

how often do We use It

without considering

Its True Meaning?

22 WORDS

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:40pm

“Wait A Minute”

That Curious Phrase:

how often do We use It

without considering

Its True Meaning?

IN ORDER FOR SURVIVAL

The Hawk Dining Room 6:49pm

Like the flocks of tiny birds

We watched this morning —

there has to be

a Collective Shift —

a Collective Curve

& Undulation

of Our Global —

No — Universal

Perception

IT DIDN’T TAKE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am

I was Baptized once

in The Jordan River

& wore a cross of Silver

I flung My Cross

across a room

& declared My God

to be My Own

NOTEBOOK ENTRY

The Hawk Outpost 8:15pm

EYE

have fake EYE lashes

&

EYE

am That Woman

Who hammered Her Right Fist

against a steel door

one night until Her Watch Band

popped —

Yes, I am That Woman

Who sat in a Lotus Position

on a mattress

on a floor

in the dimly lit

“Therapeutic Quiet Room”

while a female psychiatrist

from India

popped Her Head

through

the door

AND NOW TO CHECK ON THE MOON

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:46pm

EYE get to see

The Sun rise

through M(EYE) New

Faux Lash

It’s not up yet

EYE will put the coffee water

on

— There — at 7:50am

flutter, flutter

“TELL M(EYE) BLOG!”

The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am

EYE AM

BACK TO M(EYE)

LIFE GLASS

where the water seems colder

&

EYE AM

HIGHER

I SAW THE MOON SET & THE SUN RISE

The Hawk Window Seat 1:30am

I let The Moonlight

in along the floor

& across My Seat

where the toilet sat

& across My Bed

where I dreamt

of a depression of sun

on My Forearm

belonging to someone

 else*

*Karen King

LAST & FIRST

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm

I have retired

My Sacred “Life” Glass

into the Styrofoam packing case

housing the arrival

of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre

ceramic coffee mug

from which I am about

to take

My First Drink:

EYE DID IT!

TWICE!