The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm
Sprung from a Cathedral Ceiling
in a House of 2000 Years
I sat below
rapid-fire spears of Silver Light
speechless
but for The Exclamation:
“Oh My God”
“OH MY GOD”
“OH MY GOD!!!”
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
The Hawk Kitchen 9:42pm
I possess All The Silver
here in My Silver Pen
necessary to unshadow doubts
about The World’s Organization
Natural or Man-made
for Which There Is No Division
–
I possess All The Silver
Showered Down Upon Me
filtered through My Pen’s Tip
to resurrect nothing
but what We hold in Our Hands
–
I possess All The Silver
to envelop This World
in the riches of Faith
in Humanity & God
for Which There Is No Division
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:21pm
I wonder if I can wring out
a poem about A Sky
I didn’t see
Oh — I saw The Front of It
with Its opulent Gold
hiding the sun —
but the back of It went uninspected
& only later to be imagined
with Its pale pinks, lavender
& clouds of thinning Silver
The Hawk Corner Room 4:33pm
My Daughter, You Are Spectacular
the way I dreamt You up
to be capable of anything
with the nerve & the looks
to go with Your Infinite Abilities
You Can Do Anything
as I imagined when I saw You
in April of 1993
when I wanted A Baby Girl
A Beautiful Daughter —
not even as a compliment to My Son —
A Daughter to stand on Her Own
ready to Wow The World
now at eighteen
with Your tears of disproportion
about Your Idealized Body
Your Perfectly White Smile
and All Your Talents —
shall I list A Few?
After All, I Am Your Mother
& I Will Tell The World:
She Can Sing, Write, Act
Ride A Horse, Sail (Racing)
Bake, Cook, Organize
Play The Piano, Guitar, Saxophone —
She Can Make Money
& Raise It —
She Can Travel Solo
& Paint —
I Am Her Mother
I Made Her
And I Will Not Apologise
for Any of Eliza
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:48am
Rise Up from Your Beds
Eat Your Eggs & Ham
Dress Outlandishly
for The Church of Your Choosing
& If You Choose None
Be Robed or Naked
in Your Own Home
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
The Hawk Dining Room 1:30pm
When I happen to see A Single Wave
breaking outside My Dining Room Window
can It possibly know
The Impact is has upon Me
even for The Day?
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
I Am In The Shower
I Will Never Get Out
Should The Time Come To Towel My Self Off
The Glittering Droplets
Will Stay —
I Will Yell Forever More:
“Oh My God, Oh My God
OH MY GOD!!”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
As I open My iridescent purple journal
printed with jewels
I have come to this place
where I am happy, fulfilled, & satisfied
despite the contradictory phraseology
pronounced severely over ten years ago
by My Psychiatrist (one of fourteen)
when I was insisting
I was The Second Coming of Christ:
“Joanna, You have so much going for You —
You’re intelligent, talented, beautiful
& This Idea is Wrecking Your Life.”
Then, less than two weeks later
from My Doctor Who became My Second Husband:
“–Joanna, You’re intelligent, talented, beautiful
You have so much going for You
I don’t see why you cling to This Idea –”
but cling to It I did
for twenty years now
& look where It has gotten Me
Joanna Gilman Hyde 