Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: Haiku

My Paintings Are Organic

My Paintings are loose

dripping like punctured abcess

colours even fall

Belief System

The Human Mind can

and does believe anything:

Believe what you want

Lewd

I never did like

the way he wangled his dick

along the stair case

PRESERVATION

Sky of Cloud only

first blush turns Florescent Pink

unexpectantly

Curtsy

My sculpture melted —

Dance Demonstration Request:

He told Me “Curtsy”

Over Peanut Butter Pie

Possibility

of The Devil proffered but

fiercely rejected

LUMINOSITY II

Eye would paint the sky

in oils feathering greys

for M(eye) clouds of Gold

Too Bad For LL Bean

Eye just recycled

A Men’s Summer catalogue:

Eye H’aint Got No Man

DAWN

Sun-meshed horizon

colouring clouds, Eye can hear

M(eye) morning bird song

ADVERSARY

Why not wipe him out

with one swipe of my black pen

and take back my son?