The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I have stood above
My Paintings
cascading colours
like Jackson Pollock
in a filthy studio
yet now I stand
Above The World
to write a message
not of hope
but of COMPASSION
for it is THAT HUMAN TRAIT
We lack
Which has turned Us
upside
down
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:03pm
My Power
Black Power
boils up in Me
at the drop of a line
in an instant
when I see kids smoking
or when I stand beside
a big black TV screen
& want to make it Silver
It boils up anywhere
anytime
& catches Me
& Anyone around Me
off guard
when My red blood cells
are called into overtime
when My Eyes take in
My surroundings
in an instant
I become strident
authoritative
under My Spell
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
It’s A Fine Time For Me
to write of The Religion For One
out here on My Pristine Deck
in The August Morning Sun —
What Can I Tell Of My View
Of The Self?
The Birds How They Cry
for broken hearts
& bombed civilians —
but wait —
NO ONE SHOULD GET BOMBED:
Ours Is An Earth
of exquisite beauty
& must not be marred
by hatred & distrust —
I Am Here To Settle Out
the chaos
To Re-organize
The Individual Mind
To See Out Its Full Potential
& Have It Believe
in Life
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:37pm
1. Second Coming Of Christ —
immediate result of The Shower Of Silver Lights
aspects: brilliant light, whiteness (not skin colour),
awakening, worldly vision
–
2. The Anti-Christ —
wants to obliterate Christianity —
I don’t want to obliterate
anyone’s religion but I do wonder
what this world would be like
with only One Religion
–
3. Black Jesus —
black in colour (not skin colour),
represents compassion,
humanity’s darkness
used in conjunction as opposing element in
The Grand Design Of Our Reconciliation Of Opposites
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:17pm
How Can I Stop
The World
& Say I Am All Things:
I Am The Second Coming
Of Christ —
I Am The Anti-Christ
I Am Black Jesus
waiting out this mess
in My Cathedral-ceilinged
Living Room
where no one dies
cats are cared for
& The Radio Plays
Pretty Songs?
The Hawk Living Room 5:49pm
If I Were Catatonic
I Would Be Dangerous
If I Could Speak
I Would Slay With A Line
I Could Squelch
With A Paragraph
I Wouldn’t Eat
I Would Sit In Any Chair
& Stare At My Mind
& Become Black Jesus
The Anti-Christ
A Witch With Short Hair
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm
They are The Nuns of The Night
putting on Their Alien Lamp
with a wave of A Purple Latex Glove
taking care of My Dentifrice
humming a Serena Ryder tune
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm
Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
knocked on My Side Door
while I was mopping upstairs
& tried to get Me
to believe in Satan
but I would have none of it:
“I give The Devil no credence”
They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible
for all the bad things?”
I said, “In part, but I believe
in The Reconciliation of Opposites”
“What’s That?”
I told Them I wanted to get back
to My Cleaning
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm
I Have Seen The Universe
Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print
Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat
In Eliza’s Shower
& When I Stepped Upon It
I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form
To Leave
A Mere Trace
Of Our Grandest
Design
Joanna Gilman Hyde 