The Hawk Utility Room 7:56pm
I stood above
My Mother’s Killer
dying on the basement floor
I thought of all
I’ve done to fill Her
and now can sleep
forever more
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:19pm
My Mother’s Brain Tumour
is dying
on the basement floor
is soon to be
enveloped by
perhaps a silver heart
but
the “roots”
will
survive
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:24pm
Today I went to Sobey’s
in My Husband’s old paint pants
belted
but first I had to go to the bank
& walking over
in an October wind
I felt, for the first time:
I really am an artist
living in Nova Scotia
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm
Out of the murky darkness
of a stupid little hospiral (typo I will keep) room
almost 22 years ago
I saw what I am inspired
to paint now —
God’s Joke
in brown, gold & pink —
should I stick to the original
or should I go for The Update
or could I use
BOTH PALETTES?
The Hawk West Desk Window NOON
I have My Paint Clothes on:
Black Marks and Spencer pants
of My Husband’s
from twenty years ago —
a little girl’s white knitted top
with pearl buttons
no jewellery except for My Silver Hoops
I’m waiting for My Canvas
to be delivered
I’m churning
My Meaning Of Life
over & over
in My Brain
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 Dining Room 6:22pm
I Am Setting The Table
for 2
coming out of disaster
to abide Together
after the flack & flap
subside —
I Am Setting The Table
for The Feast Of Love
& no one is invited —
or is The World?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I wanna start A Cult —
not the kind where the leader
drives 14 Rolls Royces
or where the leader talks
500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid
I wanna be the kind of leader
I already am —
54 years in the making —
a slice of human growth
out of two wedges
of eternity —
Mine is The Cult
of Clear Thinking
’cause I will never say
there is no such thing
as Divinity
My Cult is not a clubhouse
My Cult lives for Humanity
as God, merely God
as I understand no separation
–
Move Over Allah & Christ —
a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde
is on the scene
to speak Her Mind
Her Human Mind
which speaks for God —
Is Anyone Listening?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 