Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: World Trade Center

POWER 2

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17pm

I Am Writing

With My Black & Silver Pen

In A New Book

Of Black, Power

Black

Like The Hurricane

Approaching Tonight

From The Eastern Seaboard

Of The United States

I Sit In My Wrought Iron Chair

& See Only Fog

No 150 km/hr Gusts Yet

Spiralling Into Our House

But I Am Nervous:

Where Is Self Organizing Galaxy?

On The Minds

Of Thousands —

Soon To Be Millions?

PATIENCE

The Hawk Basement 12:55pm

I have seen The Face

of Patience

pitted against & between

two V.I.P.’s

as I was when I was twenty-three —

then the men were heads

of The World Trade Center

the three schools of Cooper Union —

thirty years later the men

are two country doctors

with so much more

than initials

— They Have Me —

next to Their Names

 

TRANSFIGURATION 2

The Hawk Out Post 12:51pm

The Blue Jay

bore out of the bush

to a rock in My Far Yard

 then to The Scraggly Apple

— I kept My Eye on Him —

— feeling My Blood —

& He Came to

Me

He Came

 

EXISTENCE

The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm

Please allow Me to explain

everything

in Galactic Terms —

if We are integrating with Aliens

it is mutually beneficial —

Yes, The Egyptians were convinced

of an afterlife

as I am convinced of God —

if the existence of Aliens

disputes the existence of God

I say No — We can and do

have both

GOOD GOD

The Hawk Kitchen 6:47pm

I See A Bird Of Silver

Against A Cloud Of Grey

It Signals To Me

All Is Well

And This Is How We’ll Stay

ALIEN SPACE SHIP

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:11pm

I put on My Raspberry Slippers

& got out The Mop

I mopped & I mopped

upstairs & down

I cleaned My Whole House

& still that 777 has not been

found

COKE — COK — COCK

The Tomato-coloured Cock 9:22pm

(notes from an unscheduled meeting with an old psychiatrist)

“You’re just a very nice Lady Who lives in Shelburne –”

“Well, I don’t live in Shelburne anymore —

and do You know

what colour My Underwear is, Jimbo?”

“No, I don’t”

“It’s Red — Jimbo — Red Lace — and

do You know how many views I have

on My New York City Rooftop Painting?

three thousand, and twenty-two  — what do I stand for Now?

“I don’t know –”

“I’m An American — Jimbo —

dressed here in Red, White and Blue

wearing My Pro-Life underwear —

and if You ever call Me a nice lady again

I’ll kick You in the balls”

2 ANNUNCIATIONS

The Hawk Window Seat 11:22am

I Am Advertising My Self

But I Am Not For Sale —

I’m Free!

The Hawk Living Room NOON

She Cried, “I AM IN LOVE!”

& Then She Died

9/11

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm

ICONIC POWER:

WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL

COLLIDES WITH ISLAM

THIRTY YEAR END

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm

This First New Year’s Eve

for My “of age” Daughter

saw Her donning black stockings

in the back of My Ford Fusion

& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)

in Italian pressed leather heels

from Her Mother’s 1984

Rooftop Painting Party