One foine day
I’ll be picked up
way off this ground
Eye’ve lived on
for 15 billion years —
think of the germs
I’ll leave behind
while The Big Bang Theory
is only something
to sneeze at
I have been embraced
by a high white Baptist Church
and let go
like a helium balloon
by the ties
of my mother’s death
25 years ago
We had Our Canada Dry
Kiss
laid out straight
on a quilted cot
He was Mine
and I was His
and I am happy
with what I got
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
1. The reclaiming of waste, desert, marshy or submerged land for cultivation or other use.
My walk today was to the beach
where storms of yester-year
came to reach
the dunes I trod
-mountains now-
strata exposed
to show My Ears
The Word
“rec-la-ma-tion”
to echo clear —
I walked home
to turn the page
Eye am The Woman
of glitter and gold
Eye have entered The Age
of Silver
to have and to hold
The Age of indifference —
Eye will never grow old
Hey Dr Blair
why don’t you tell them
Eye used to care
I used to wash your hair
like a Japanese housewife
why don’t you tell them
I put cream on your legs
at night
why don’t you tell them
Dr Blair —
Why don’t you tell them —
was Eye CRACKED?
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
for 25 years
Eye have been stressed —
oppressed, suppressed, repressed —
the snake has no truck
with Me
NOW
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 