Eye sat in My Mother’s
yellow butterfly chair
thrown out by
My First husband
tanned legs crossed —
broad arms crossed —
downward sideways glance
with My Father’s Gold Metal
around My Neck
& My Red Tank Top
bra-less
Hey Dr Blair
U stepped all over
My Fantasy —
Eye guess all that’s left
now
is to sue
Your Ass
Off
Dr Blair was surprised
I didn’t end up
in a dumpster in New York —
Well — he’ll be a lot more
surprised
when Eye end up
as The New Darling
of The Black Revolution
Dr Blair
took Me
nowhere
Eye Dance My Dance
Eye Write My Right
Eye Paint My House
Eye Walk My Walk
And Eye Have My Ultimate Companion
Eye laugh at Arrogance —
or do I?
Eye attack dishonesty.
What Else?
M(Eye) Haters on M(Eye) Body
— Shake ‘Em Off
Or worse — I’ve been married to him
and still am!!
OMG DR Blair has his new professional photo
up on Face Book — have you seen it? UGH
OMG He’s just like his cohort
who waggled his tongue at me
at my dinner table in front of his wife!!
Tonight Dr Blair
said he always thought
I was a better writer
than painter.
Well he’s wrong.
I am an extraordinary
painter
and I can use
My Writing
to make him go to
hell
Eye made a painting
last November 12th
when I got jilted by Dr Blair —
First Eye spray painted
lurid pink & purple:
“Dr Blair can’t fuck”
then laid over
grey & black drips & drops
with His Silver Penis
ejaculating florescent orange —
It’s “The Graffiti Painting”
priced @ $58,000.00 Canadian
Joanna Gilman Hyde 