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
Why not wipe him out
with one swipe of my black pen
and take back my son?
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 