Eye used to sleep a lot
on drugs
ingested religiously
@ 9:11pm
Those Days/Nights are gone forever
as I live
on paint fumes
Hip Hop Music
& M(eye) Own Life
1. The reclaiming of waste, desert, marshy or submerged land for cultivation or other use.
My walk today was to the beach
where storms of yester-year
came to reach
the dunes I trod
-mountains now-
strata exposed
to show My Ears
The Word
“rec-la-ma-tion”
to echo clear —
I walked home
to turn the page
Eye am The Woman
of glitter and gold
Eye have entered The Age
of Silver
to have and to hold
The Age of indifference —
Eye will never grow old
Hey Dr Blair
why don’t you tell them
Eye used to care
I used to wash your hair
like a Japanese housewife
why don’t you tell them
I put cream on your legs
at night
why don’t you tell them
Dr Blair —
Why don’t you tell them —
was Eye CRACKED?
Eye woke This Morning
from The Dream
of cleaning up cat shit
with M(eye) bare hands —
the cat shit was in the shape
of a computer key board —
laid on the seat of M(eye) Grandparents’
Victorian Rosewood Chair.
The Key Board was intricate —
It was Intricate Shit —
and I had It on My Hands
for 25 years
Eye have been stressed —
oppressed, suppressed, repressed —
the snake has no truck
with Me
NOW
Eye have The New Christ
pinned to M(eye) wall
She lays with Her Backside
bare to us all —
She fucks our Netflicks
to the content of Her Heart —
She dangles Her Crotch
& lets out a fart
Eye am in
The Silver Anniversary
of M(eye) Mother’s Death:
The Shower of Silver Lights
is 25 Years Old
and now Eye am free
of Its Stigma
and am living
under The Sun
& Moon
Eye have lifted M(eye) Shade
to The Alien Eye
of comfort & quiet
in the dark of morning’s night —
It shines through M(eye) Crack
as a blink of The Light
from out on The Cape
to surrender M(eye) Fight
Eye live in a hutch
of snow and ice
Eye need my crutch —
that would be nice
Joanna Gilman Hyde 