Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Black Jesus

BASEMENT STAR

The Hawk Basement 7:13pm

The Silver Star I spray-painted

in The Hawk Basement

is now lit up in an Evening Ray

of Sunlight from a small West Window

— lit up in three panels

or vertical bars

meshing with the top three arms

of My Silver Star

in The Time

it’s taken to write this

The Bars, cylindrical in form

have moved over to the right

by about four inches

& I will sit here

on My Rowing Machine Sliding Seat

no matter how long it takes

for My Silver Star to become

vacant

& glowing on Its Own

The Littlest Man

Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia

I smelled a glimpse of You

below the spruce bows

on The Trail — the darkened part

damp with early spring

I smelled You there, briefly

& by Your mossy essence was told

“Don’t hold on — I am here

I am where You are

in Your Sensibilities

Your Tactility

Your Taste.”

GIANTESS OF THE WEST

The Hawk Family Room 12:45pm

In My Little White Gym Suit

Out On The Most Visible Rooftop

In The Whole Wide World

I Laid Out My Spiral Of Colour

For Humanity

& Let My Hair Down

Dressed In See-thru Black

For The Signing Of A Lifetime

CHRIST 101

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:06pm

I hear the wind howling

how can I tell The World

“I Am The Second Coming Of Christ?”

WRITE IT, It Howls

through the electrical lines

across the shore line —

Black Jesus & The Silver Christ

They are My Friends

maybe more complicated

than Your Basic 2nd Coming

but I can explain Them —

I can explain It All

in terms of The Expression

of Humanity gone

to Its Farthest Reach —

The Reach To God

within The Self

— as The Self

“WRITE IT BEFORE SUPPER”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:43pm

Write It —

there is No Such Thing As Schizophrenia

Those Voices are valuable

They’re trying to tell You something:

Like Write This

There is no suitable “new” name

for schizophrenia

It is not a condition of derangement

There Is Purpose

in The Brain’s Meanderings

The Meaning of Life

may be found in Its Depths

Note:  One of my favourite songs just came on the radio —

You Sexy Thing by Hot Chocolate

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The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

Sterling Silver Beef

displayed under The Kiosk Sign

@ Sobey’s

I bought two slabs

after saying “no” to two samples

of second-rate cork flooring

@ Wilson’s Home Hardware

— I put The Beef

in My Black Basket

& paid for It with a fifty in Speedy Checkout

behind a man who’s head was shaped

like David Wilson’s

SPECTRA

The Hawk Corner Room 5:12pm

I have given up

on Black & Purple

— That Lethal Combination —

even when My Black Cat sits

beside a pair of Purple

UGG Boots by The Kitchen Door

I think of My Art School Satin Lips

& Black Fuzzy Bed

of Purple Phalli

I am no longer interested

in The Symbolism of The Night

of hidden passions

under cover of Darkness

I am in The Sedate

Components

of The Spectrum

NEW COLOURS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm

I feel like throwing out

all My Black Clothes —

The Black Jesus Clothes

were for an operation

of secrecy & deceit

what colours can I resurrect?

Red & White

The Colours of Alarm

I am My Own Statement

of Alarm

Black Jesus is called off

Red is My Colour

& White is My Flag

My Canadian Flag

with Silver carrying Me

As I Fly

M’ SUPERHERO GONE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:23pm

I done kilt M’ Superhero

kilt H’ Sorry Ass

drowneded Him in D’Ocean

kilt His Black Self

in Dem Waves

won’t be worshippin no Spirit neither

No How

QUICK CHANGE ARTIST

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22am

I Bring Black Into White Light

I Look Deep Into Black

to See The Night Sky

To See The Light of The Stars

Against Black

I Am Pro Black

I Am Pro Life

I Dress In Black

with Red Underwear