The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Meaning Of Life
opened out before
My Eyes
from a pod of brown
cracked with gold
revealing something pink —
God’s Magnificent Joke?
Oh! It’s The Reason
For Schizophrenia
Now I Will Paint It
BLACK
FUCHSIA
&
SILVER!!!!
The Hawk Portico 5:07pm
How does The Jay
call Me so, back
into the the early reaches
of My Childhood?
–
Is that why We have
distinctive bird song
to harken back
to parts We shan’t
forget?
The Hawk Dining Room 6:22pm
I Am Setting The Table
for 2
coming out of disaster
to abide Together
after the flack & flap
subside —
I Am Setting The Table
for The Feast Of Love
& no one is invited —
or is The World?
The Hawk Outpost 9:18am
The Clouds are the softest
linear clouds
over a puff of fog
The Sun
is behind it all,
glowing Silver
and dripping on —
Oh here come
The Silver Clouds
and now The Fog
has moved in
and caught
The Drops
of Sky
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm
My World’s Mind
is Seven Billion Strong
and with all that came before
and all that are still to come
My World’s Body
has Infinite Might
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I Am In The Grip
Of My Reality
Whereby I Will Live Forever
In My World’s Mind
In The Process
Of Creating
The Hawk Deck 10:50am
Since March 31, 1993
I have been in a perpetual state
of Illumination
broken only by the depression
yet even then I retained the memory
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
which follow Me religiously
as I follow Them
to where I am Today
sitting in My Red Deck Chair
in the calm of early Autumn
under The Halo
of Our Existence
shining through a murky sky
The Hawk Deck 9:44am
Oh — there’s a rainbow
ring around the sun right now
My World has a halo
The Hawk Deck 8:07am
It matters not that
Eye Am Human
It matters not that
Eye Am God
In love w/ All
M(eye) Sea
in molten Silver
& dewy trees
& grass so wet
Eye just let out
a cat
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I wanna start A Cult —
not the kind where the leader
drives 14 Rolls Royces
or where the leader talks
500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid
I wanna be the kind of leader
I already am —
54 years in the making —
a slice of human growth
out of two wedges
of eternity —
Mine is The Cult
of Clear Thinking
’cause I will never say
there is no such thing
as Divinity
My Cult is not a clubhouse
My Cult lives for Humanity
as God, merely God
as I understand no separation
–
Move Over Allah & Christ —
a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde
is on the scene
to speak Her Mind
Her Human Mind
which speaks for God —
Is Anyone Listening?
