Eye am alone in the fog
with my blue-eyed Siamese
on my bed
Eye drink my decaf with cream
listening to the French radio
& the waves & the wind & the birds
through my ensuite bath
This is where my creativity exploded
as I did in paint and found objects
on the concrete floor
and work bench top
for three and a half years
this is where I was happiest
So how could I leave it?
In order to gain exposure
I will put up highway signs
and arrows to my house
where I am planning a gallery
to show my work right here.
Eye WILL be successful–
The Famous Artist living in Nova Scotia —
What I have always striven to be
and What I already am.
Today eye took a walk
And found a piece of trash
It inspired me to make some art
And ignore the fiscal crash
Eye met a man last night
Who reminded me of my uncle
The Famous Chef Joe Hyde
Whom eye adored
because he made me laugh.
I met him again
in spiritual form
smoking a Cuban cigar
in the entertainment
of His Handsome Sons
at the side of a river
Eye had never seen before
(The Hawk Deck 5:55 am)
Eye got up this morning
@ M(eye) Appointed Time
to take out the trash
and clean the kitty litter
and decide what to wear
on This Beautiful Day
of The Opening of My Art Show
in The Town where Eye live
Joanna Gilman Hyde 