Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eye dance through

My “real” Life

And My Paintings

Leave

A Trail of Stars

My House is no longer cold

With the winter air

Of isolation

My house is room temperature

Now, now

That Eye have welcomed

My Estranged Husband

As traveling companion

And friend

Eye have joined The Others

In chairs of steel

Waiting in Their Lobby

For lunch and supper

Waiting in Their Rooms

For The Son

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