The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
Imma gonna turn
dis worl inside
out
dem stars is black
‘ginst d’ white
an Imma
wearin’
Ma Gym Cloze
an Red Kicks
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:45am
Once I Saw The Light Of God
Streaking Down Around Me
–
It Made Me Speak
“I Am The Second Coming…”
–
Now I Think
You’ve Found Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:22pm
I wore a necklace of shells
My Father sent from Africa
when I was four
She — My Daughter — wore
Her Dress Of Silver — size 2
shaped like a mermaid
& visited Her Other Grandfather
in The Hospital —
He said
“You Look Like A Fish”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:12pm
I Am Proclaiming
My Godliness
with The Hope
that Others, You
might say the same
for Yourselves:
I cannot say
“You Are God”
but I can think It
& I DO —
I think We all
are God
as The Unit Of Humanity
made up of Individual Minds
Eliza’s Corner Room 2:34pm
I saw The Meaning Of Life
open out like The Brown Garment Bag
containing Eliza’s Silver Prom Dress
opening from Its Centre
to reveal The Paradoxical Joke
edged in Raspberry & Gold:
God’s Super Joke —
The Reason For Schizophrenia
The Hawk Deck 11:00am
I have turned into
a religious figure
dressed in purple robe
& sun hat
holding My mauve & gold
Journal
on My Knee
I hear the birds
a lawn mower
& write
of The Solace
I seek for Others
Who may share
My View
of The Internal God
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Can You believe Me Now —
Do You believe Me Now —
Twenty Years after The Shower Of Lights
that I Am God
from Inside
No, I am not The External God
The Man in The Sky
I Am My Own Boss
with The Meaning of Life
under My Belt
A Wilson’s Warbler singing His Song
out to Me
from The Scraggly Apple
Can You, Could You, Believe Me Now?
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –
I Am The Second Coming Of Christ
Success in Circuit lies
I Am The Second Coming Of Christ
Too bright for our infirm Delight
I Am The Second Coming
The Truth’s superb surprise
I Am A White North American Female
As Lightening to the Children eased
Coming To A Store Near You
With explanation kind
EYE
The Truth must dazzle gradually
AM
Or every man be blind –”
GOD
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
I am dressing in White
these days
to go with the White Trucks
I’m seeing all over the place
a new phase
Black Jesus is out
The White of nonreflective Light
is what I carry
The White of newness
not day light
but The White
of emersion
–NO–
emergence
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:45pm
We Are The Face
Of God
look no further
than You Own
Navel
Where You Came From
& where Your Inheritance
came from
before You were born
Joanna Gilman Hyde 