“The World Is My Oyster”
and Eye am The Grit —
the contaminant, the irritant
and layer by layer
Eye will come out
Gleaming
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and Eye am The Grit —
the contaminant, the irritant
and layer by layer
Eye will come out
Gleaming
Eye hear the waves
from across The Guzzle
where rising
My Husband resides.
Eye will not be pushed around
by Him
or anyone else.
My presence
is
remarkable.
Eye have a Doctor
in My Bed
and nice to Me
He is not —
He sleeps & sleeps
upon His Head
which I could grab —
is He Hot?
Oh Yes He Was Great —
The Great Man
that He Thinks He Is —
He Satisfied My Every Desire
and repeated himself
endlessly
Yeah, He tried to box
Me in
with sex
drugs
& money —
& not that much money
either
The trick is to hold Your Power
over someone’s head
without bashing in
His Skull
If You’re a poet
and You kill Yourself
no one will appreciate
Your Work
the way You would have
wanted.
If You’re an artist
and You cut off Your Ear
people will call You
insane.
Is Reformation possible?
When Hell Freezes Over —
Can Eye make that
Happen?
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.
Hey Dr Blair
U stepped all over
My Fantasy —
Eye guess all that’s left
now
is to sue
Your Ass
Off
Joanna Gilman Hyde 