Tonight Eye Visited
The Guzzel*
once again
this time Filled to the brim
to the far edges of the laid out flats
more Full than Eye had ever seen It
and Eye stood to look
to take It all in
and thought of M(Eye) Husband
On M(Eye) way home
Eye heard The Rocks laugh
with The Tumbling Waves
and Eye wished He could
stand with Me
2 listen
*north end of The Hawk Beach
Eye am off
The Silver & Steel Blue
of Dr Blair’s hair
& Eyes
Eye am on
to the riches of russet
ruby chestnut, warmth
in that telling array of red
& brown
to be found now brimming my heart
& Eye have chosen a dress
of the deepest luminosity
in that sacred range
to wear on the night of my taking
He loved me ill
He loved me sick
He took My Hand
I took His Dick
It was Dr Blair
Who made Me Come
Oh that Hunter!
What a Bum
Two months ago
Eye wrote “The End of A Marriage”
How endless
as I saw him gaunt
guarding his door
against my onslaught:
“This has GOT to end”
He agreed.
He slammed The Book
on me
in the twilight of His Room
lit by one tranquillity candle
in blue-scented quiet
His Slam rang out
right next to me
Hey WHB — how come
you didn’t defend me
that time Eye was demonstrating
with a bread knife saying
“Eye could prove a point with this”
BECAUSE THERE WAS NO POINT —
why didn’t you tell Eliza
Eye was being your favourite type
of humour: “ironic”
instead you called the Mounties on me
and had me hauled away in an ambulance
to the psych ward —
how come you never defended me?
I Am
My Own Bed Partner:
Me, My Self & Eye
Shall I have a Menage a Trois
after marrying twice?
First for Mother & Children
Second for Sex & Money
I Am
Single now with a refrain
“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”
*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969
Eye am My Father’s Daughter
an early riser
non-committer
Eye am My Mother’s Daughter
alone on an island
but not with sheep
It’s windy out
but I am snug
with My giant Mug of Decaf
writing for Dr Blair —
or is that Hunter
this time?
My soon-to-be-X
recently messaged
My Daughter Eliza
that he would like to see Me
“left twisting in the wind –”
well there’s a storm tonight
and Eye am here by My Self
cozy in My Bed
with The Power still on
Joanna Gilman Hyde 