Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

The Shlong Speaks 3

The trick is to hold Your Power

over someone’s head

without bashing in

His Skull

To The Salvation Army?

Having no recall

of giving away My Quilt

is It on a bed?

The Artist’s Legacy

If You’re a poet

and You kill Yourself

no one will appreciate

Your Work

the way You would have



If You’re an artist

and You cut off Your Ear

people will call You


The Single Life

Eye play in My Bed

These Days

without a bed mate

I turn on My Phone

& check

My Rooftop Views

I choose My Underwear

very carefully

& Eye use The Toilet

with Its fickle plumbing

next door to My Very Own



Eye understand that Dr William Hunter Blair

does not consider Himself

“A Bad Guy.”

This is how He sees His Self,

therefore He is NOT

a “Bad Guy.”

Eye can forgive Him.


I can call The Truce because

Eye know He can

and will

Live With Himself.

The Accident

Eye was The 1st-grader

Who spilt chocolate milk

on Her smocked blue and white dress

in the school cafeteria

just before She was to sing

in the chorus

of “Chicken Little”

That Polaroid Poise

Eye sat in My Mother’s

yellow butterfly chair

thrown out by

My First husband

tanned legs crossed —

broad arms crossed —

downward sideways glance

with My Father’s Gold Metal

around My Neck

& My Red Tank Top



Friday The 13th 2

Is Reformation possible?

When Hell Freezes Over —

Can Eye make that


This Is Not Slander

Dr Blair has four children:

His oldest daughter is a year older than me

and I don’t know if she is dead or alive.

His second daughter is a very close friend of mine.

His son I guess I am still on speaking terms with —

and his fourth I just wish Happy Birthday.


Dr Blair has nine grandchildren —

three of them I have never met.


He has at least fourteen great grand children

and he doesn’t even want to know that they exist.

The Shlong Whispers

Hey Dr Blair

U stepped all over

My Fantasy —

Eye guess all that’s left


is to sue

Your Ass