The Hawk Deck 9:11am
If there has to be
an Us & a Them
let Them be The Bugs
Silver has opposing properties
against The Super Bugs
& Bed Bugs must be fought
NYC is already taken over
by Cockroaches
& in the country
We have Tics
& Earwigs
with This War raging
We do have heroic stories
of Spiders being put outside
of Ants not being stepped on
& Bumble Bees saved
from drowing
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –
I Am The Second Coming Of Christ
Success in Circuit lies
I Am The Second Coming Of Christ
Too bright for our infirm Delight
I Am The Second Coming
The Truth’s superb surprise
I Am A White North American Female
As Lightening to the Children eased
Coming To A Store Near You
With explanation kind
EYE
The Truth must dazzle gradually
AM
Or every man be blind –”
GOD
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
I am dressing in White
these days
to go with the White Trucks
I’m seeing all over the place
a new phase
Black Jesus is out
The White of nonreflective Light
is what I carry
The White of newness
not day light
but The White
of emersion
–NO–
emergence
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:45pm
We Are The Face
Of God
look no further
than You Own
Navel
Where You Came From
& where Your Inheritance
came from
before You were born
The Hawk Deck 11:15am
Anger is Our Most Passionate Emotion
seething or simmering — It must
be confronted
It must be addressed
It cannot be brushed aside
or “managed”
like the tell-tale
LOVE
We have all known
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
I stood in My Bedroom Entry Way
dust mop upright
fresh from going under The Bed
& a little bit around
(I do very light housekeeping)
I heard the song on Sirius
“This is Your Life —
This is Your Time –“
& yes, I do feel I am in My Time:
the only father-in-law I’ll ever have
has taken this 20th summer since My Mother died
to die very probably
of the same ailment
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
I perceived The Little Yellow Bird again
in The Scraggly Apple
& He Tweeted — what did He Tweet to Me
before My Daughter called to ask
if I could find Her Horse Binder
(She’s trying to sell Her Horse)
Did That Little Yellow Bird Tell Me
He’s sick of all this New Age Shit
about feebleness conquering strength
about Our New Era
when “God” is (finally?) questioned
when Humanity is being examined
when The Global Financial Picture is a blur
— but still no answers —
nothing concrete
so came The Little Bird Tweet
Joanna Gilman Hyde 