Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

The Orgasm Of The Second Coming

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm

“Oh My God

Oh My God!

OH MY GOD!!!”

LIFE

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

“I Am God”

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)

Portrait of God As A Woman

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

 

“I Want To Be A Famous Artist Living In Nova Scotia”

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

Silver Sparkle Upon The Sea

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