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
“Do It To Me — Do It To Me –”
I had My Voice for THAT
but my voice was stifled, sucked back
when I tried to cry out,
down a darkened staircase:
“Who Is It? Who Is It?”
And he attacked me
on my unfamiliar bed
to hold me down
to inject me
while I couldn’t say “NO”
Everybody is out
To protect themselves
And/or their children and pets
Through control measures
Like work schedules
And happy homemaking —
Through school lunches
And hospital stays
Through church services
And funerals
And art
Last evening Eye had
The Biggest Dick
I’ve ever seen
Sitting in the middle
Of my Tomato-coloured Couch
And I turned Him down
Because I’m in love
With a little man
I made a painting once —
A water colour of a sunset —
Corny I know
But it came out well —
The ball of fire was subdued
And I painted it
So that it could be turned
Upside down
My Daughter’s Life
Encapsulates the schism
In mine
Since my mother died
In that spring of ’93 —
Eliza has been there
In body
Since Eye conceived Her
In the picture
Of My Mind
Since that April of Emptiness
She has been with me
For Our Two Decades
Of toil and strife:
My beautiful Beauty
Who can manage
Her Life
Does anyone know where eye could find a big public interior space where Stratospheric Universe (600 square feet) could be viewed on a floor and from a second storey parapet?
This morning after last night’s rain
Eye stooped to scoop
The water off
My Stratospheric Universe
Eye stepped and Squirt!
Another element
Amongst the 3 – dimensional
Stars
In the course of the setting sun
Eye have gone from
A bare-legged, sun-glassed
Object
In my un-shaded living room window
To the lone light
In an upper storey
Turret
On the cover
Of an old Victorian novel
He said It was like eating
Ice cream —
Too much and you wouldn’t
Like It anymore.
He said It up in his parents’
Green Room —
Joanna Gilman Hyde 