The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View
as I sat at the computer screen
— passed across My Field of Vision
diagonally from left to right
trailing a dark path
alerting Me
to read
“God Has Called Them All Home”
The West Desk Window 2:45pm
Sometimes a Candy Cane
is not just a Candy Cane.
–
HO HO HO is backwards.
–
What can you think of that’s snowy white
& feels like a weather bomb?
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What’s an empty, limp stocking
which miraculously gets filled?
–
The colour red means stop —
green means go.
–
What’s a triangular fir tree
next to an open hearth —
and where does that chimney go anyway?
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A Christmas Wreath, a broken circle, represents a fertilized egg.
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A baby in a manger —
Jesus was born on the wrong side of the tracks.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:11pm
I live with A Demon
of My Own Creation
caged above Me
in My Living Room
He is black & dirty
with giant bird shit
dripping off the upper right corner
of His Chicken Wire Cage
first laid across Him
on the 4th Floor
of Cooper Union’s Foundation Building
where He came to Life
never to speak — only to glare
with His Brilliant Eyes
down upon His Audience —
Yet Today He Speaks!
Through Me as I speak out
for The Creature of My Fierce Fear —
My Fear of being locked in
or up
or out
as I have been locked inside
psychiatric wards
for years on end
I am OUT NOW
& I can speak My Mind
no matter how It comes out
I AM BLACK JESUS — but
not because I am dressed in black
I AM BLACK JESUS — because
I can speak
for My Desperate Crow — d
I would have broken Communion
with You with Your Name
on a maple-frosted cookie
on sale from No Frills
up in My Dark-creviced Bedroom
away from My Family —
I would have broken through
The Lie of Christmas symbolized
as The Literal Snow Job
fertility rite within the broken wreath — egg
with a lying elf responsible
for any materialistic answer
coming — ejaculating
down The Vagina Chimney
to lay out His Wares
at a triangular bush with stars
— The Heavens —
all over It
I would have broken through
The Myth of Our Making
with You
on a cookie
but I was
ashamed
The Hawk Portico 3:00pm
The Waves Today Remind Me
of Children Playing
uneven in Their Tumult
sporadic in Their Breaking
–
Yes, I have read of The Accident
but My Observations
were gathered
beforehand
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:10pm
I felt Your Little Black Heart
wrap around Me
as I traversed the rainy Sobey’s Parking Lot
My Hair Newly Cut
You grabbed My Black Bullet-proof Vest
shouting “Live, Damn It, Live”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 