My Paintings Are Organic
My Paintings are loose
dripping like punctured abcess
colours even fall
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My Paintings are loose
dripping like punctured abcess
colours even fall
The Human Mind can
and does believe anything:
Believe what you want
I never did like
the way he wangled his dick
along the stair case
Eye Claim
Responsibility
for 9/11
and Quite a Responsibility
It Is:
I have not sung a song
in honour of
Destruction-ism
(My New Art Form)
I have hung
M(eye) First Husband’s Love Letter
upon M(eye) Refrigerator
Sky of Cloud only
first blush turns Florescent Pink
unexpectantly
My sculpture melted —
Dance Demonstration Request:
He told Me “Curtsy”
If I had a man
I could have a Barbeque
If I had a man
I could have an extra shelf
in my linen closet
I could have the baseboard
replaced
in my Ex’s old library
and if I had a man
I would have a pickup truck
On the night
Eye painted M(eye) Bomb
the wind picked up
and Eye made for the deck
where M(eye) salvaged pieces lay
laminated together
on a glass table top —
just as Eye approached
M(eye) kitchen door
a gust had the nerve
to lift M(eye) work
and sent it flying
down to Destruction
Eye tried to paint
a mushroom cloud
and out it came
just like a shroud
looks to me
could be a tree —
or standing back
brain imagery
Possibility
of The Devil proffered but
fiercely rejected
Joanna Gilman Hyde 