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?
The Hawk Deck 9:11am
If there has to be
an Us & a Them
let Them be The Bugs
Silver has opposing properties
against The Super Bugs
& Bed Bugs must be fought
NYC is already taken over
by Cockroaches
& in the country
We have Tics
& Earwigs
with This War raging
We do have heroic stories
of Spiders being put outside
of Ants not being stepped on
& Bumble Bees saved
from drowing
“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
The Hawk Deck 11:15am
Anger is Our Most Passionate Emotion
seething or simmering — It must
be confronted
It must be addressed
It cannot be brushed aside
or “managed”
like the tell-tale
LOVE
We have all known
The Hawk Deck 3:00pm
Contemplating The Horizon Blue
punctuated by a roofer’s gun
I’m in a quandary
far from true
of whether My Visit Here is done
My Visit with My Ex Father-in-law
may have ended too
when I said to Him, just for fun
“I’ll always kiss Good-bye to You
now that We’re on better terms”
& now if That Mo should die
would I see Him Through?
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
I stood in My Bedroom Entry Way
dust mop upright
fresh from going under The Bed
& a little bit around
(I do very light housekeeping)
I heard the song on Sirius
“This is Your Life —
This is Your Time –“
& yes, I do feel I am in My Time:
the only father-in-law I’ll ever have
has taken this 20th summer since My Mother died
to die very probably
of the same ailment
The Hawk Portico 2:00pm
The Wife sitting beside
the bed of Her Dying Husband
fusses with pillows, food uneaten
while “family” tries
to make sure She’s had enough
Joanna Gilman Hyde 