The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
I’ve come out
of Hyde-ing
in My Rose-Coloured Top
arms above My Head
holding up My Model Canvas
behind Me
like a stretched-out butterfly
“Artist On The Roof”
in lit-up red
with My Name
on The Plaza
of the Galactic
Pool
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
My Fame Will Be
This World’s
Freedom
–
When I Am Found Out
Inside & Out
We Will No Longer
Believe
In Schizophrenia
Bi-polar
& Other Multitudinous
“Psychiatric Illnesses”
–
Silver Will Sky-rocket
Gold Will
Linger In Its
Old-fashioned Luster
–
Man & Woman Will Live Together
Unrivalled
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm
I Am Dressing
For My Painting Today
Top Colour Orange
For The Spiral
Blue Jeans For The Sky
Magic Dangly Earrings
For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges
Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon
For The Interpretation
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am
I am here to demonstrate
The Massive Capacity
of Our Human Intellect
born out of turmoil & strife
histories of flood & famine
long lines of creativity & invention
religious conflict
–
Out of All This Rises
A New Awareness
of
The Sacred Self
The Emergence
of
Our
New
World
View
The Hawk Wast Desk Window 1:22pm
My Ex-husband has a room
He built
above a garage
for neighbours I haven’t met
He calls it His Favourite Room
He took Me up there today
to look for Hunter’s Lost Pet
— I knew She wouldn’t be there —
in that perfect
extra
bedroom
of oiled wood
skylights
and
pastel paint
Do I
have to
work
guilt
in here
somewhere?
Pubnico, NS 10:22am
I am driving Home
A New Message
there — I see that tree I remember
I climbed It as a little kid
& now It is The Mighty Oak
Out There I See The Ocean
with tidal flats before
I hear The Waves
high under The Full Moon
pushing Me onward
to The Self
I think I know
so well
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I Am Waiting
For The Impregnation
Of My Idea
For My Concept
To Be Opened Up
Sunk Into
& Savoured
For All Its Worth
The Hawk Hallway 7:34pm
My Journal Upon My Lap
Braces My Right Thigh
Crossed Over My Left
With The Final Rays Of Sun
Gracing My Kneecap
–
I Am Sitting To Write
Of The Exciting Time
Of Royal Birth
Growth Of Gold & Silver
& My Magic Number
Of The Day
–
The Only Shadow
On Our Good Favour
Is The Disappearance
Of Hunter’s Cat Cami
For The Second Time
The Hawk Deck 3:00pm
What Is In My World?
My Devoted Husband, soon-to-be-retired
My Darling Daughter, still up in the air
as far as school goes
My Children’s Grandfather languishing
in the little local hospital
under the care of Dr David H. Wilson
and so the perpetual ocean waves
draw Me in
Joanna Gilman Hyde 