STOP
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
A Drop of Blood
looking like an old sun
stops You Dead In Your Tracks
even if It came from a bloody nose
You hurry to get a cloth
to wipe It up
as if in shame
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: red
January 14, 2013
DR WILLIAM HUNTER BLAIR
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am
There’s A Boy
in My Basement —
I saw Him standing on My Red Rug
holding a big brown Limited Edition
of Gulliver’s Travels
tucked under His Chin
with His Beguiling Look
He told Me It was His Favourite
of All His Books
December 31, 2012
2012 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.
December 24, 2012
MY CHRIST WISH
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I want to draw out
Humanity’s Heart
Feed It to The Black Crows
Hungry
flying against the wind
outside My Kitchen Glass Doors
–
I want to sit underneath My Tree
My Scraggly Apple
out in My Pro-life Underwear
in snow flurries
Come Inside
to know the warmth
of My Living Room
with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses
clipped & vased
September 21, 2012
THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 9:00pm
I was That Baby
in My Bassinet
on a living room balcony
in a house called The Laundry
I watched The Ceiling
until it grew
into The Balcony Ceiling
here at The Hawk
where I lie back
in My Couch’s Recliner
to look up
& up again
under the cover
of My Grown Up Shelter
September 13, 2012
SITUATED
The Hawk Living Room 5:23pm
I am situated in A House
by The Open Ocean
A House with sky lights
shooting beams across My Crow Painting
in a cathedral ceilinged Living Room
— the room I lived in before This One
was cathedral ceilinged too
& accommodated
The Shower of Silver Lights
— but I wasn’t going to get into that —
I was going to write
about My Open Window
next to My Tomato-coloured Couch
where I lie here
to take naps
& not to be preoccupied
by saintly hallucinations
Joanna Gilman Hyde 