When I first posted Halloween
all three related listings in the comment section
When I looked again
three different poems were listed.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
I will tell You People
what kinda God I Am
& see if You can understand
Me —
I Am Serious
I Am NOT Serene
I am Factual, NOT based
on Faith —
based on Reason
as I Am Your Reason
for Schizophrenia
I Am The Light
of Silver,
NOT Gold
I have shown up
to stir This World up
from Its Legacy
of Bull Shit
It Is Time
for Me —
not to be believed
but to be KNOWN
I make My Announcement
Tonight
to establish The Fact
that The Human Mind
can be
Anything
–
*My Husband just gave Me the book So This Is Permanence
by Ian Curtis of Joy Division
The Hawk Outpost 6:40pm
I am The Wisps of Gold
turning Pink
as The Clock turns
turning Grey
to Early Evening White
as a deer with antlers
grazes in My Back Yard
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I Am The Fury
The Black Heat Of Possession
Red-bladed
Against
The Purple Heart
Of My Third Child
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm
I am That Infant
born of Childhood Playmates
Who should never have married
carried in the arms
of Dr Albert Schweitzer
forever held in a black & white photograph
hanging in The Dining Room
of Dr W Hunter Blair
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
I have painted
The Sacred Heart
The Bon Jovi Heart
The Broken Heart
of My Third Child
–
I have painted
The Silver Lights
of My Black Star
violent
immovable
immortalized
beyond Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
Here I sit
in Nova Scotia
Land O’ My Dreams
with the salt fog
wafting past My Living Room
Window
My Husband has joined Me
on The Tomato-coloured Couch
where I often write
to avail My Self
of every opportunity
here in seclusion
to realize
My Public Life
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
I Am The Lady In Black
and charcoal grey
Who likes to write
about Her Self
as The Transformation
The Growth
from a thirty-something
mental patient
badly misunderstood
tortuously disbelieved
turned
Figure
Of Prominence
in Her Local Community
and about to hit
at 54
The World At Large
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am
I am at The Zenith
of My Life
lost poems aside —
I have arrived
at home
in warm Silver negligee
coffee in The Morning
with A Day Ahead
for anything
Joanna Gilman Hyde 