The Orgasm Of The Second Coming
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm
“Oh My God
Oh My God!
OH MY GOD!!!”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm
“Oh My God
Oh My God!
OH MY GOD!!!”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
The Silver Lights
crashed down
all around Me
& I cried out
“Oh My God
Oh My God!
Oh My God!!”
I
Am
The
Second Coming
of
Christ
I
Am
unravelling
The Mystery
of
The Meaning Of Life
an idea
which
cannot
be expressed
yet
I saw
It
in the dark
of a little hospital room
in
Shelburne, Nova Scotia
on March 31st, 1993
It, The Meaning
opened out to Me
like a pod
of
chocolate
I
saw
The Reason For Schizophrenia
I
saw
that I Am
The Reason
The Light
The Life
&
I will coat
My World
in the luscious
residue
of My Vision
until
The World
Gets
It
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
My Name Is
Joanna Gilman Hyde
and I Am The God
Who Fell From The Sky
& shaved off His Beard
& stuffed Tissue
down The Front Piece
of His Robe
& held up A Sign
for All The World To Read
saying “I Am Woman”
(& not a Transvestite)
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:53pm
She sits in aqua-coloured jeans
sandals tucked underneath —
She holds Her Onyx Pen
to write Her Self Out —
holds Her Onyx & Silver Pen
with an amethyst-ringed Right Hand —
She must write Her Self Out —
She has The Glare Of Silver
Streaks around Her
She has spoken, speaks
for nearly 22 years
of Her Conviction
That She Is Human
AND She Is God
She Must Write Out
She Is God
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:00pm
I have painted
giant canvases
spread My Self across
the geography of Canada
written volumes of poetry
married twice
to capable men
carried My 2.4 Children
I live now in a house
of My Own Choosing
I am The Artist In Residence
in painted-on jeans
with tea steeping
in My Kitchen
The Hawk Kitchen 11:22am
I don’t have to write
about My Very Old Depression
I don’t have to go on
The Rowing Machine
unless I want to
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Kitchen Chair
& drink tea in My Bathrobe:
I AM LIVING
THE CLEAN SLATE
OF MY LIFE