The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
Black Jesus is My Super Persona
He can be Me anywhere
any time
He guards Me & speaks out
socially
He wears black
& silver
& sees in The Night
He’s linked with The 2nd Coming
flip side
dark vs light
19 years ago I was The 2nd Coming of Christ
Today I Am Super Black Jesus
filling in
That Fly on My Finger —
He’s not scared of Me
& look — how big am I?
–
I’m not scared of The Universe —
It’s been squashed down into Human proportions
inside My Mind
at The Tip of My Finger
The Hawk West Deck Window 11:46am
I have The Power
to Reshape The Universe
I have The Power
to Reshape The Universe
I have The Power to
Reshape The Universe
I Have To
I Have To
Reshape — Reshape
The Universe is not some array of pond scum
The Universe Is Me
I have been made uncomfortable —
no, I didn’t lose My House in a hurricane —
I have lost My Trust
My Faith
in Humanity
— not God —
there will always be God for Me
made only too obvious
by The Shower Of Silver Lights
& I used to say God is Humanity and Humanity is God —
where is Our Human Intelligence
Our Honesty
Our Correct Judgement
Our Truth?
Am I to shoot
Silver Streaks
at My Fellow Man?
& The Women —
what should I shoot at Them —
flowers out of pistol barrels?
The Hawk West Desk Window 4:30pm On The Dot
Well Black Jesus is at It again
in front of Tim Horton’s
to a bevy of Young Females
smoking
She strides over to Them
& rhetorically asks:
“Hey Young Ladies —
What does It look like
smoking in front of Tim Horton’s?
— Think About It –”
“So do You have the right
to tell Us what to do —
Bitch?”
My Art Framer Al Delaney
former Mayor of Shelburne, Nova Scotia
called this morning
to tell Me He finished framing
My Letter from former Mayor Ed Koch
of New York City
& My Letter from former Governor Tom Kean
of New Jersey
written upon The Completion
of My Ten-thousand Square-foot Elliptical Spiral
on The Roof of The Former #5 World Trade Center
How pleasant that was
having Eliza bring out Her Laundry Basket
to fold Her Clothes beside Me
as We both sat on The Stoop
listless in The Afternoon Light
— no wind —
mild enough for bare feet or socks
while We imagined what kind
of House Wife She would be:
“Better than You,” She said
I said, “So rich You would have a maid”
“So rich I could micro-lend
to poor women in Saudi Arabia”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 