That’s Me —
caught between two worlds:
Our Earth with Its mutidudinous
religions —
and the Extraterrestrial Domain
of Our Heavens —
EYE do NOT believe in Hell,
or Mr. D’evil,
or Evil incarnate —
EYE do NOT believe in Sin,
though Eye carry Christ’s message
and EYE am a MEAT EATER,
solid disciplinarian
non-sports enthusiast
all-around artist
and purveyor of ULTRAVISION
If Eye had The Faith
I have now as a result of My Mother’s Death
I could have saved Her
I know I could —
She tried to visualize sheep
eating away Her Tumour
and I could not share Her Vision
until after She was gone
(but She’s not really “gone”)
when Eye saw that There IS a God
and that if You believe
ANYTHING REALLY IS POSSIBLE
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 rich
beyond compare
with the view
of last night’s
Dawning,
Mauve, and pale
pale blue, and
golden embers of
new light*
*topped by the crescent moon
Eye have been to bed
with My Dark Haired
sex kitten
who hides in Her Covers
comfortable, finally
showing me Her Clothes
sewed bye Her Careful Grandmother:
prom dresses in satin,
day dresses in pink knobbly knit
and her mother’s fall gown
of poppy floral design
photographed for a first wedding
to the first husband — father
of my hide-away friend
who has never been
a bride
Eye lie in our yellow light,
honest
on a couch of neutral delight
warm
in the fall of my meandering
through single-dom & persuasion
failed —
my marriage is not
salvageable —
may Eye rest
now
Eye have found
The Greatest Find —
on the back passenger floor
of My Brand Spanking New Jeep —
Oh Happy Day!!
Eye could kiss The Sky!!
I have lost My Pen —
The Timeless Onyx and Silver —
My Power, My Tool
Favoured, cared for
years upon years —
I saved every used cartridge —
both boxes worn through —
how can I transform the loss
the misplacement —
into gain?
My !3! Children
R as strong & beautiful
as the flock of Herons
EYE just witnessed landing
on the heights of My Scrub Spruce
horizon
Joanna Gilman Hyde 