Bob Wilber’s Birthday
Where is My Poison Ring?
The Silver Casing w/ Black
Onyx
My Mother gave Me
When Eye turned 13?
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Where is My Poison Ring?
The Silver Casing w/ Black
Onyx
My Mother gave Me
When Eye turned 13?
She is beautifully dark haired —
with Her Orange Blossom
poised above Her Left Ear —
She spoke, She speaks
melodiously into My Right Ear
I hear Her all day
all night:
She is My Woman/Child
The Hawk Corner Room 12:15am
EYE Came Out
That Square Cooper Union Elevator
Inside Black Stockings/Black Mini Skirt
Lit Cigarette In M(EYE) Right Hand —
EYE Stuck M(EYE) Left Foot
Deep Inside Those Satin Lips
Fuchsia — Fuck-sia
The Length Of M(EYE) Perfect Body —
AND CLIMBED IN
EYE took the big long fat black zipper
between The Puffy Pink
& “ZIP” —
EYE WAS SILENT
The Hawk Corner Room 10:22am
M(EYE) Torture, My Life
EYE have sealed off Your Undried Blackness
I have rolled You up
for The World To See
TODAY
The Hawk Corner Room 4:45am
I woke because I got up
I got up because I woke
visually stimulated
I made My Bed
and went to work
with One Green Drip
on M(EYE) final? canvas
up here in My Corner Room
classical music is playing
& it’s almost time
to take coffee to My New X —
Yes, We still do that
The Hawk Corner Room 1:02am
EYE have seized The Sky
up here in My Corner Room
where I can paint all day
if I want to, or go to the beach.
I’m cooking for One
and enjoying every minute of it
with My New French Canadian Radio to keep Me company.
Tonight I sorted through My Clothes
and am choosing to wear Those
of no particular significance,
and if You too, My Lovely Daughter
happen to read This
or have It read to You,
please know that I love You always
and will never violate
Your Adjacent Room
The Hawk Window Seat 8:38am
Waking, briefly
seeing Liquid Blue
(Your typical sky blue)
crinkling all around, puddled —
next, a field of Blue Plastic
chips, shards, spread out
scattered
and This Morning, This Great Morning
(EYE) woke to see a flash:
Crystal Blue Droplets — A Myriad
Halifax International Airport 11:25am
Now that EYE have begun The Craft
of painting nearly every lamp shade
in M(EYE) House
— I have driven through foggy fall foliage
to pick up Hunter’s College Grand Daughter
and have decided to paint like
never before:
The Purely Decorative Canvas
maybe with some gold
to go above The Tomato-coloured Couch
replete with No
Deep Inner Meaning
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:00pm
Yesterday You saw The Rainbow Spray
when You had never heard of It
on The Day You changed Your Name
and picked up pebbles from The Hawk Beach
to build A Kitchen Castle —
You helped Me hoist
A Golden Throne into the back
of My Brown Edge
and as We unloaded
My Future Sculpture
into the cellar
You told The Story
of how Your Mother’s Father
coming home from fishing on The Grand Banks
had seen A Mermaid
— that They really do exist —
scraping Her Long Hair
with a fish bone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 