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 Hawk Portico 1:53pm
I want to reign in
The Shower Of Lights
consolidate Them
into a pattern
rather than a room
full of light
I want to make Them
an Emblem
a Signature
of The Divine
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22pm
There is Divine Logic
in All that happens
& It wouldn’t happen
otherwise
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
On This Day in 1991
I was told My Mother wouldn’t live
through the spring
I vowed to My Self
I would not feel the pain
of Her Loss
I kept My Vow
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 