Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Rocking Chair 9:00pm

Oh sun how Eye hate you!

You vile hunk of

Liquid metal

You can rot forever

From your slime —

Eye detest your vulgar

Comings and goings —

Why don’t you ever stay?

What R U afraid of?

Must you stare at me

Day after day

Coming unbidden

Through my West

Through my East

(At least you’re Silver there)

I’ve had about enough of you —

I hate your sleezy guts

(If you have any)