Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: July, 2018

Re-collection

The Last Time Eye Saw

Dr Blair’s Sapphire/Diamond

“Wedding Ring”

was between the fingertips

of a moving lady

Driving Lolita

Eye may not

have a mean bone

in My Body

but Boy do Eye

have a Jealous One —

It’s huge and round

and covered with worts

that can fuck

the daylights out

of My Own Innocence

The Other Lolita

Today Eye saw

The Other Lolita

and managed to stare Her down

She tried to look me through and through

and took My Smile

above My Frown

This Rhymes:

Dr Blair

took Me

nowhere

The Other Woman

Eye am in a new phase

of My 57 Years:

contending with The Other Woman —

a role I once reluctantly played —

She is dark-haired

(I have acquired samples)

and intriguing

(of course She would have to be that —

My Husband goes after women who are more observant

than He is)

but how will He “treat” Her?

It Is

When Eye Rise

In The Morning

It Is To The Early Light

The Subtle Surf

and One Cat — Mine —

Meowing for Me

This Is Not Poetic:

Maria’s Death was Accidental

No One was to Blame

Not Even God

MAELSTROM

Eye Dance My Dance

Eye Write My Right

Eye Paint My House

Eye Walk My Walk

And Eye Have My Ultimate Companion

Take A Look

He “treated” Me

like His Fantasy Patient

His Housewife

Maid

Personal Secretary (Oh wait a minute —

that’s Treena — she gets paid)

Lolita

A Prostitute from Time to Time

(and Those weren’t very good times)

What Do Eye Laugh At?

Eye laugh at Arrogance —

or do I?