The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm
I am seething to write
what a friend suggested I paint —
I cannot paint It
for It still moves
crashes
in fleeting streaks
all around Me
like the clatter
of shooting cameras
as some Superstar
emerges from a limousine
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm
If God Creates
The Universe
She Does It Every Night
She Spits Out Stars
Against Her Mirror Image
in an effort to floss
Her Identity
then brushes thoroughly
aggressively
Her Set Of Calcified Moons
to eject a frothing paste
down
into
the
sink
hole
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:30pm
I just made a bed
for The Procreation Of Humanity:
I spread out a dark brown bottom fitted sheet
and picked off The Galaxies
stuck there —
I overlaid the top sheet — dark purple
tucked it under the queen-size mattress
& filled the matching pillow cases
with very old pillows
The Comforter went over last —
old too because of the occupancy
of cats
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:04pm
Why don’t I just think
about God the way
Everybody Else does?
How much simpler would My Life be —
My Writing?
Would I quit bashing My Head
against the proverbial brick wall —
Would I join the rest of Humanity
if I believed in creation —
How can I believe in creation when I believe
We’ve never NOT existed
& that WE are responsible
for Our Own Realities?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
I have The Music of Poetry
to guide Me
I have Black Jesus at My Side
I live by The Ocean
My Name is Joanna Gilman Hyde
I come out to greet You
Big Wide World
with My Art
My Concept of God as Humanity
Humanity as God
I Pray: Take Me In
I Pray: Embrace The Sky
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
Once there was A Little Girl
Whose Mother died before
She was born — She was not scared —
She saw a Shower of Silver Blades
of Light
Four Days Later
It bestowed upon Her The Conviction
of The Existence of God
Twenty One Years Later
The Little Girl made A Gallery
of paintings of Her Mother
along with paintings The Little Girl
had painted Her Self —
She spent Many Hours hanging Her Gallery
down in The Basement
until One Night She & Her Daughter
— Her Daughter was Nineteen —
watched as a photograph of Her Mother’s Island
fell from Its hook
just when The Daughter was asking
“Was that when Your Mother Died?”
No more pictures were hung
except that one —
in a different place —
and The Daughter & The Little Girl
became the best of friends
and grew up together
The End
The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm
Please allow Me to explain
everything
in Galactic Terms —
if We are integrating with Aliens
it is mutually beneficial —
Yes, The Egyptians were convinced
of an afterlife
as I am convinced of God —
if the existence of Aliens
disputes the existence of God
I say No — We can and do
have both
Joanna Gilman Hyde 