Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

POLITICAL PILL

The Hawk Exercise Room 9:57am

M(EYE) Pill

is M(EYE) Power

prescribed by My Tall

Psychiatrist

— I don’t want to mess

with Him —

EYE take It twice a day

@ 9:11

& It kills

Me

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

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

AUTHOR’S READING “THE SCRIPT”

PROPHETIC READING “THE SCRIPT” BY JOANNA GILMAN HYDE

RARE DREAM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:46am

I had a dream

of My Faithful Old Psychiatrist

Who once boomed

“I will never give up on You!”

I had a dream

He was in love with Me

soft spoken

He held My Hand

& We were the friends

We could never be

NIGHT LIGHT

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm

The Colour of Moonlight

fell on My Head

The Colour of Moonlight

made sure I was dead

inside My Mind

My Faith It was changed

to see My Self First

My Plans were arranged

to live out My Life

attached to One Sprite

That Light has stayed with Me

even @ Night

MY FIRST SCARF

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:34pm

If

I

had

had

My Aqua Wool Skeins

& filament needles

in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

purl

knit

purl

knit

knit

knit

knit

knit

would They have let Me

out?

LORAZEPAM

The Hawk Portico 5:30pm

My Ativan Prescription

is filled @ the pharmacy

but I’m trying to figure

whether to purl or knit

instead

of going to get It —

there was a time

a grey time

when I would have held

the bottle close

& seen My Self

indulging in several times

the recommended dose

just to conk out

from life

or death

THE WHITE CARNATION

Listening to Future Islands 8:25pm

One night

an eternity ago

when I was young with My Brother

alive, yet within the walls

of Our Psychiatric Unit

He gave Me a white carnation

& a red rose & said

I was The Rose — I asked Him

to join Me in the morning

in My Pink Bedspread-ed Room

to make the announcement

to Our tall psychiatrist:

as I took Howard’s hand

I pronounced to Dr Chandler

“We are The Second Coming of Christ”

and he, that very tall man

with the booming voice

walked out