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This Cloudless Tall Tuesday
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The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am
I’m cashing in on 9/11
checking My 1,630 Views
@ 9:11am
This Cloudless Tall Tuesday
I am seeing The Trees
The Scrub Spruce
through The Memory
of The Shower of Lights
I am seeing My Reality
My Sanctuary
through The Emblazonment
of Divinity
through My Sense of Self
through My God
augmenting
The Birds, The Waves
The Fog
3:42pm
Light fog has been heated up
by hurricanes Leslie and Michael
as I listen to My Southerly Surf
with an intermittent skill saw
I hope stops going
–
I’ve applied The 1st Coat
of Silver Nail Polish
to both sets of Fingers
here in My Red Deck Chair
on a Sunday Afternoon
2 days before The Exact Anniversary
–
now I’ll apply The 2nd
The Hawk Deck Steps 2:10pm
It’s in The Water
I drink
Which grows Algae
in The Toilets
but doesn’t make Me sick
It’s in The Water
in motion against
The Shore
Which I can’t live without —
without It I’d be sick —
It’s in The Water
from The Sky
without It We’d
All Die
The Hawk Deck 12:18pm
They Spoke To Me
Last Night In Near Sleep
“We Can Help You”
& Signalled Me Through
My Mouth
–
The Hawk Hallway 12:32pm
Was It An Infusion Of Bugs
In My Body
Using One Remaining Sense —
My Sense Of Taste?
I just killed A Fly
on a ceramic apple tile
in My Kitchen
He was just washing His Front Legs
& I smashed Him
with My Open Left Fist
I picked Him up
from behind the toaster
& threw Him in The Trash —
He wasn’t delivering
any Alien Messages —
not Today anyway
I see My Self
in a Room of White
twirling rapidly in a diaphanous gown
such as I drew in My Childhood
My Arms are grasping
across my Chest
to make Me spin faster
& My Hair is long again
flailing out around Me
like a halo
I am dancing The Dance
of Eternity
for The World
to see
I am an audience
of One
I just woke from a Gravol-induced Dream:
Out on a brick terrace
I was being interviewed
by a Keith Haring Type
about My Life so far
& My Artistic Intentions
Suddenly I Stood Up
wearing a long white billowy robe
I declared —
“THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO”
I walked over to a vacant section
& The Keith Haring Guy said “I Know —
You Want To SAVE”
I turned to Him & explained “No —
that word has been overused —
I have a lot of problems with that word
which I wont go into now. This
is what I want to do — ”
I raised My Arms up to the tree limbs
& sky above Me & I began to spin
I spun so fast, faster and faster
that I became a spinning top
as I chanted: Organize Organize Organize
until I felt I was turning into a Gyroscope
–
The first definition of the verb to Organize
in My Mother’s 1971 Random House Dictionary:
1. to form as or into a whole
consisting of interdependent or coordinated
parts, esp. for harmonious or united action.
We’re in a Maelstrom
of bad ideas
overworked secretaries
& lives We don’t call
Our Own
My Birthday is The Same Day
as Stephen Harper’s
I’m 3 months older
than Obama
This Is No Coincidence
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My Name Is
Joanna Gilman Hyde
I AM YOUR BLACK JESUS
I have on My Daughter’s Black Kicks
My Mother’s Silver Nugget Ring
My Heart is Red
My Skin is White
& I Am Female
Dual Citizen of The West:
Half American — Half Canadian
I Will Run Forever
To Be Caught By One
Tiny Little Man
yet to emerge
as My Biggest Half
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Joanna Gilman Hyde