Sitting on My Deck
In My Red Deck Chair
I Have The Sheets on The Line
& The World in My Lap
I Can Hear The Surf
& See The Blue Horizon
Hazed Over
Like My Open Globe
gonna bomb dat RJ
shitting on His Rock
gonna lay up My Fire Ball
on dat Emergency Tag
gonna hit every car
every crib, zillions
bomb dis hole fuckin worl
I’m having a Graffiti Problem:
Saturday Night I Painted
A Pentagram Star, Red,
with Silver Rays
on A Rock
in My Friend’s Backyard
— She said I could Paint
Anything I Wanted —
She said, “I Love It!”
but now Her 17 year old Daughter
doesn’t Love It
& I’ve been asked
to paint
a starfish
There’s a Rock on The Side of The Road
in Barrington where I shop
It has a Mentalist Red John
which I badly want to deflect
with Silver Star Rays
& maybe Red Dots
–
but on this windy Sunday Morning
as I drive on My Mission
I see a Police Car
coming through The Intersection
of Highway 3 & The Causeway
I turn around
I come home
leaving My Cans of Silver & Red
rattling around on the floor
of My Escape
I see A Room Inside
a big black TV Screen
I see a lamp, some books & DVDs
mirrored for My View
–
I slide over to My Left
to have a shoulder, Left
exposed with half
My Head
–
A Red Light
below My Chest
–
“DON’T MOVE”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 