The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:17pm
How Can I Stop
The World
& Say I Am All Things:
I Am The Second Coming
Of Christ —
I Am The Anti-Christ
I Am Black Jesus
waiting out this mess
in My Cathedral-ceilinged
Living Room
where no one dies
cats are cared for
& The Radio Plays
Pretty Songs?
The Hawk Living Room 5:49pm
If I Were Catatonic
I Would Be Dangerous
If I Could Speak
I Would Slay With A Line
I Could Squelch
With A Paragraph
I Wouldn’t Eat
I Would Sit In Any Chair
& Stare At My Mind
& Become Black Jesus
The Anti-Christ
A Witch With Short Hair
The Hawk Window Seat 6:30pm
I have turned a corner
into a park-lit lane
surrounded by imported trees
& shadows floating on
newly cut grass
lush & green in the dappled sun
I am Home now
in My Mind
where I can hear
a song’s refrain
& be guided
to My Ultimate Destiny
The Hawk Kitchen 2:11pm
My House affords a clear view
even in the fog
I see the layers of scrub spruce
receding
from The Cats on the deck
& bread rising
with The Kettle on
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:02pm
Two Little Girls, My Nieces
have added more Stars
to My House
tracking up My Stairs
from The Beach
for Me to sweep up
& turn Them into
My Galactic Palm
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm
They are The Nuns of The Night
putting on Their Alien Lamp
with a wave of A Purple Latex Glove
taking care of My Dentifrice
humming a Serena Ryder tune
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
The Hawk Basement 1:00pm
Last night I dreamt
of a Gorilla Woman
Who could not speak
being “cared for” by a man
Who had fathered two young girls
by another woman
and The Gorilla Woman
was Their Foster Mother —
first Her Face was a Gorilla Face
then She turned into An Old Human
wearing Old Lady Clothes
Joanna Gilman Hyde 