The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:00pm
I come from The Body
of Black Light
In Death & Sickness
I abide
to shine out
for Reconciliation
I am The Stamp
of Desperation —
Humanity gone
awry
in order
to See
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I have painted
The Sinister Star
It is lying/drying/dying
on My Basement Floor
to be erected
upon My Living Room Wall
where It will rise above Me
as I sit on My Tomato-coloured Couch
writing of Its Existence
The Hawk Living Room 5:00pm
The Shower Of Silver Lights*
has found a home
bounced off
The Fuchsia Tumour
which has been rejected
( It deadened The Tomato-coloured Couch)
The Shower Of Silver Lights
will be stretched properly
& mounted on
a 2-storey wall
of Its own
*changed name to My Black Star
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
I have succeeded
in painting out
The Shower Of Silver Lights
They will stream forth
from the wall above
My Tomato-coloured Couch
& They Will Be Divine
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22pm
There is Divine Logic
in All that happens
& It wouldn’t happen
otherwise
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 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?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 