Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God

RECIPE FOR GOD

The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit, Yarmouth NS

about ten years ago

Take One Firm Believer

Who Thinks She’s It

Throw In A Dose Or Two Of Scepticism

Stir It All Up

Heap On A Prayer

Cook On High

Until Ready To Serve

THIS GOT ME OUT OF BED

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:05pm

I Have A New Bible

to Thump —

Open It Clean Down The Middle

& Pummel It With Your Thumbs:

It’s Titled The Joanna Hyde School of Thought —

Believe In Your Self First

then believe in God

GOD’S PALLET

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:10pm

If I were God, Which I Am,

I would decree the legalization

of Gay Marriage

the decriminalization of Street Drugs & Prostitution

the illegalization of Abortion

the equalization of God & Humanity

RESTORATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:41pm

I always said I never lived

with a broken heart,

but My Mother broke My Heart

when She died

twenty years ago,

but I lived

with My Broken Spirit

taken over by God —

God stepped in

— stepped on My Heart —

He made Me see a Shower of Lights

Which did not fill Me

with inner peace

I was restless

not sleeping

years on medication —

I’m still on it —

I cannot drink The Red Wine

of mirth

without sleep disturbance

I need My Sleep

My Peace Restored

MY SPIRITUAL SELF

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:48pm

My Preciousness I will dress for You

in White & Silver

to meet You at The Pearly Gates

with a bouquet of Almond Roses

I will take Your Right Hand with My Left

as I have longed to for these back-to-back decades

I will be in Contrast to Your Blackness

to Your Latency

I will provide The Opposition

for Our Reconciliation painted Grey

 

MY SHOWER OF LIGHTS

The Hawk Corner Room NOON

My Shower of Silver Lights

goes untainted

to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER

than It ever was

before

It’s Mine

ALL MINE

I’VE KICKED GOD IN THE NUTS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:35pm

I’ve Kicked God in The Nuts

out

of My House

He is No Longer Welcome Here

He has Fucked My World Over

ever since It was Created

out of a blob of liquid sun

He has Fucked with The Minds

of All of Humanity

since We were Placed Here

by Alien Intelligence

in An Unprotected Garden

naked to Our Truth

naked to Our Desire

for The Understanding

of The Power

of Our Minds

GOD CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

The Hawk Bench of Fortification 2:45pm

Through My Anger

Through My Female God’s Anger

I will Construct

not peace (that’s so old it hurts)

I will Construct

a New Way of Seeing

for The Whole Planet

— oh, It may take Some Time —

but I’m aiming to use My Time

until I Die, and then some

VOICE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:00pm

This Tomato-coloured Voice

is My Director’s Chair

I Listen to Know One

but The God I Made

speaking to Me from My Right Shoulder

with An Orange Flower

in Her Dark Hair

My Husband & Daughter

have abandoned My Notions

of God, Individuality

Desire

to Them I Am Silent

but to My Self

I Am All Powerful

JOURNAL ENTRY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

“Maybe He has carried You far enough”

“But He will carry Me for The Rest of My Life”

“You are happy, now, where You are”

“Are You trying to tell Me to get rid of Him?”

“No, but just keep Him In Reserve”

“Yes, maybe I can do that.  He needn’t be

in the forefront of My Mind”

“He needn’t be in the forefront

of The World”