DAWN
Sun-meshed horizon
colouring clouds, Eye can hear
M(eye) morning bird song
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Sun-meshed horizon
colouring clouds, Eye can hear
M(eye) morning bird song
If he had told me
“You’re the greatest artist
in the world”
Eye might have stayed
for free
My Black Pen
oozes and dribbles
down down
over his brow
clouding his blue eyes
like the inky string
of vulnerable women
of which Eye
— his third wife —
am merely
one drip
drop
Eye used to sleep a lot
on drugs
ingested religiously
@ 9:11pm
Those Days/Nights are gone forever
as I live
on paint fumes
Hip Hop Music
& M(eye) Own Life
Eye woke This Morning
from The Dream
of cleaning up cat shit
with M(eye) bare hands —
the cat shit was in the shape
of a computer key board —
laid on the seat of M(eye) Grandparents’
Victorian Rosewood Chair.
The Key Board was intricate —
It was Intricate Shit —
and I had It on My Hands
Eye have The New Christ
pinned to M(eye) wall
She lays with Her Backside
bare to us all —
She fucks our Netflicks
to the content of Her Heart —
She dangles Her Crotch
& lets out a fart
Eye am in
The Silver Anniversary
of M(eye) Mother’s Death:
The Shower of Silver Lights
is 25 Years Old
and now Eye am free
of Its Stigma
and am living
under The Sun
& Moon
EYE have hung M(eye) X
upon the wall
below M(eye) Painting
bought
of someone’s old house
done in pink —
a Nova Scotia house
out in the bleak
Eye have hung My Portrait
upon the wall
above His Books
Eye would forestall
We’re in a contest
to & fro
& Eye don’t care
where He goes
He thought Eye would write
pretty poems
& paint Him pictures of blue
& white
He was wrong
for Eye have come
to see Him as
My Only Plight
if Eye could dip His Head
in Black
I would fight
for My Self
back
but He has The Bucks
Eye need to live
& so Eye am helpless
to forgive
It was in a dream
Eye gave M(eye) Arms
to badly needed rest —
Eye used The Body
of M(eye) X
to make a cross
upon M(eye) Bed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 