Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Black Jesus

YOUR HAND

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

Your Hand upon My Forearm

— My Left —

is like a caress of Gold

but Silver

I must have

The Light Of The Night

Let Me Go

into Tarnished Darkness

for I am certain

not to be alone

There

CROWD-PLEASING CHANT

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

WHO IS GOD?

We Are God

WHAT IS GOD?

We Are God

WHERE IS GOD?

Here Is God

WHERE?

Here!

WHERE?

Here!!

WHERE?!

Hear!!!

WHUZ UP IS DOWN

The Hawk Deck 12:30pm

Imma gonna turn

dis worl inside

out

dem stars is black

‘ginst d’ white

an Imma

wearin’

Ma Gym Cloze

an Red Kicks

WHITE

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

ANGER

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

TRANSHUMANIZATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm

Black Jesus & White Christ

drove, Black Jesus at the wheel

22 miles of Shelburne County

from Barrington to Shelburne

in Their Silver Silverado

to see a doctor there:

Dr Death

Who refused to let Them in

They did a Double Take

switched drivers & turned around

to drive 22 miles back to Barrington —

at The Nova Scotia Liquor Commission

They bought an 8-pack of LaBatt’s Blue

& drove to the bottom of Cape Sable Island

to The Hawk Beach

for a picnic

 

BLACK/WHITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:44am

Black Jesus is now driving

a new white Silverado

I saw Him at The Clyde River Exit

& followed Him into Sobey’s in Barrington

where He parked

at The Yellow Sign On The Cart Corral:

In The Event Of Emergency Gather Here”

He parked in an assembly

of White Vehicles

while I walked into The Store

to get some Cat Food

& fruit for My Sick Daughter

BONUM NON EST IN DEO:

On the Indistinction of the One and the

Exclusion of the Good in Meister Eckhart

“I Am The Child —

Big Black Book Upon My Lap

A Smattering Of The Universe

Bespotting This Page

Of Lights

From My Diamond Rings”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:47pm

ON THIS DAZZLING DAY

The Hawk Portico 10:22am

Dr. Death

Die For Me

so I can Resurrect You

again & again —

David

You Will Never Die

though Your Pen Name

has that flare of intimacy

I will Reclaim You

every time You are Exorcised

from My Brain

& We Will Form A Cycle

of Reclamation

Redemption

& never loss

THE CHAIR OF DHW

The Hawk Living Room 10:22pm

That Book Has Been Written Twice

That Book Has Been Written Twice

All 364 Pages Shredded Five Times

That Book Is Still Being Carried Around

I Will Carry That Book Around With Me

For The Rest Of Time

Note: The above text was delivered through

a needle-like pain shooting through the tip

of My Left Big Toe