The Hawk Portico 12:15pm
There is Power in My Writing
It is not just Black
in Black’s simplicity
My Writing is All Colours
It is Alarm-bell Red for Stopping
It is Blue for Breathing
The Sky
It is Yellow for The Sun
It is Silver for Humanity
There is Power in Humanity
We are no longer
weaklings
groping Our Way
to death
We are Above death
for I have seen
The Light
of
Our Night
and I believe
We Are Eternal
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 5:53pm
I am salivating
to Save The World
to spoon It out
from under Itself
feed Me Our New Existence
which is ancient
Yes — I could eat It —
consume Its micro-biotic
Humanoids
Who keep questioning God
when They don’t have to
& spit Them out
afresh
*Robert A. Raines & Robert Gliner
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I speak with a forked tongue
out of both sides
of My Mouth
polished teeth gleaming
I am The Devil
to Whom I give no credence
I am set to announce
The Second Coming
not of Christ
but of Global
Darkness
set before The Light
The Hawk Basement 11:22am
“World, You Can Save Your Self —
You Are Programmed To Survive —
Your Mountains Will Stand —
Your Oceans Will Thrive —
Your People Will Laugh
— Die Laughing —
World, You Are My Home”
The Hawk Outpost 9:06am
The Glistening Light
Listens To Me
As If I Could Say A Prayer
For The Whole World
Joanna Gilman Hyde 