Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

When Maria Got Killed

When Maria got killed

Dr Blair said he felt bad —

or something like that

Poem To Go To Sleep

Bereft of family

I would like My Own Baby —

but The Father?

There would be no father.

Baby would be immaculate.

How’bout Them Apples?

 

 

Free Verse

Yes Eye got Dr Blair

OUT

He doesn’t belong HERE

any more

if He cannot COME

on MY TERMS

Eye don’t want him

at all

Tattle-telling

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

JILTED

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

Major Event

The Return of The Cow Bird

alerted Me to My #1 Sense

as Eye hesitated to sweep

the puddle of this morning’s rain

off my Front Yard Canvas

Eye contemplated the water spot

and heard, with My Very Own Ears,

that favourite sound of liquid drop

and up I looked

And There He Was!!

On the mirror

of My Still New Chrysler 200 LX

EVENT

Statuesque figure

shouldered an open doorway —

more nudists appeared

The Drowned Forrest

This is My View

of The Drowned Forrest

re-kindled:

foggy historic haze

overlapping the Scrub Spruce

to My North East —

The Drowned Forrest sunk

1,500 years ago

but Eye have Its Replacement

The Shlong Speaks:

“God is The Ultimate

Control Freak”

On The Ceiling

From The Dentist Chair

Eye watched TV:

Everyone was fat —

I sat and wondered:

Is This OK?

I sat and wondered That.