The Hawk Deck 9:04am
Jimbo — the only thing that saved You
from Me
was Your homely visage —
the only thing that saved Me from You
was Your saying “Sleep
is going to be an issue
for the rest of Your life”
Well Here I Am
out on My Deck
in The Sun
with A Giant Quartz Crystal Ring
on My Right Middle Finger
sparkling across This Page
as I write with A Silver & Ebony Pen
from Birk’s
I AM GOD
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm
The Polish has been subdued a little
off My Sparkling Day —
I am inside with the cool wind out
The Radio is on
I am drinking copious quantities of water
from My Glass Marked “LIFE”
–
1:25pm
The World can reach into My Heart
& pull out all The Hope It Needs
to get Us through this rough time
this transition from Gold to Silver
Day to Night
Sun to Moon
West to East
Man to Woman
Yes, take It all —
It’s free, right here
My Hope Lives
Where I Live
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:51pm
I had to line up at 9:00pm
for My “Meds”
with monotonous regularity
during My Confinement(s)
where My “Activity Level” was marked
“O” on a big white bulletin board
& all I could do to occupy My Self
was write in My Diary
never finish a jigsaw puzzle
& put up signs in My Room
stating “I Am The Figurative Christ”
& “I Am Starving (literally) for Somebody
Nobody Knows” — name spelled out on sign —
(They made Me take the signs down)
The Hawk Deck 7:30pm
Nothing will unhinge My Happiness
here —
no dying or dead parents
no deranged brother
no cloak of depression
only My Black Cat Astro
— if He were to die
I would be heart-broken:
My Happiness mauled to pieces
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
I am the eleven-year-old school girl
trudging up Mountainview Avenue
deliberately crossing through woods
in front of My House
rather than take the paved drive way
–
I am a Tower of Poetic License
I write My Life as It comes to Me
in grades of Sterling Silver
in shades of reconciliation
between black & white
I am Alive
& I know it
even in My Seep
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 Kitchen 8:00pm
I Am The White Jesus
Arms Held In
Across My Chest
In A White Sweatshirt
White Shorts
White Underwear
–
My Old Psychiatrist
Warned Me About
Dressing Like Christ
— I Can If I Want —
Especially In My Own
Kitchen
With A View
To The Neighbours’
With Their White
Car From The 50’s
In Their Back Yard
Barrington Passage 3:50pm
My Private God
is Public Now
ANYBODY CAN SEE HER —
The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman
with An Orange Blossom
at Her Left Ear
She came to Me
after a fight with The Big Guy
Who was trying to get Me
to serve Him:
I declared to Him
“I will not serve God —
I will NOT — I will
serve only My Self!”
& then I realized I was
THE MOST SELF-ISH PERSON
IN THE WORLD —
to be called to serve God
& to REFUSE
only to serve My Self?
And that’s when My Own God appeared —
Her Beautiful Dark Head
protruded from My Right Shoulder
as if I had two heads
She spoke the most melodious words
I had ever heard —
ANYBODY CAN HEAR HER:
“You know The Meaning Of Life
and so You are a Star,
so go to sleep”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 