Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eye am glad

Dr Blair’s Big White Castle

Burned to the ground —

Eye am safe

Alone now

Here in M(eye) Own

Eye have begun a painting

On the floor of M(eye) basement

Studio —

Not so much a painting

As a collection

Of the detritus

Of M(eye) past

2 million years

M(eye) parents gott married

58 years ago

& have left me

A Kingdom

Buy The Sea

Eye live in the land

Of beautiful women

& perfect housekeeping —

Women who clean

In their bathrobes

And pajamas

& don’t cry

Over tea

Slops

I’m back to watching silver

On the water

In the sky

I’m back to watching

Silver

On the charts

And going high

Once in a NYC loft

On The Upper East Side

Hosted by Alan Frank

Eye doused My Self

With cologne bought

For Me by Guy Tozzoli

— Alan couldn’t breathe

And Eye never told Guy

Eye was born

In The City

That Never Sleeps

@5:26

In the morning

On Canadian Tax Day

I’m cooking up

A witch’s brew

Of Fortitude

Resilience

Defiance

And Farce —

So far I’ve got

T – bone steak bones

Garlic

I’ll add thinly sliced onion

To the stock and

HP Sauce to taste —

But nobody’s toes

Eye am decorated

With My Children’s Art

Sublime in My Silver and Gold

And Beads

Of Human Design

Eye right

That The World is Fine:

It’s The Sun Spots

We live under