HERE I COME!
The Hawk Deck 10:52am
As The World Crashes
Down Around Me
I Rise To Do
My Laundry
On This MOST Beautiful Day
Of Dis-cover-y
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The Hawk Deck 10:52am
As The World Crashes
Down Around Me
I Rise To Do
My Laundry
On This MOST Beautiful Day
Of Dis-cover-y
Listening to Future Islands 8:25pm
One night
an eternity ago
when I was young with My Brother
alive, yet within the walls
of Our Psychiatric Unit
He gave Me a white carnation
& a red rose & said
I was The Rose — I asked Him
to join Me in the morning
in My Pink Bedspread-ed Room
to make the announcement
to Our tall psychiatrist:
as I took Howard’s hand
I pronounced to Dr Chandler
“We are The Second Coming of Christ”
and he, that very tall man
with the booming voice
walked out
The Halo Book
My Voice rang out
beyond the Drive-thru microphone
“One Large Decaf, Double Cream —
That’s It –“
&
My Signature lies crumpled
on a Wilson’s exchange slip*
dropped in a concrete encasement
for an air conditioning vent
*retrieved April 7, 2015 complete with bug
Eliza’s Lavender Room 7:36pm
The Second Coming of Christ
has moved out of Her Husband’s Room
to afford greater access
to sleep without cats
— a temporary move —
but now to live
in the singularity of mind
DIVINE & HUMAN
as She programs Her Self
to open up The World
by saying “Good Night”
to Its mammoth past
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:06pm
I hear the wind howling
how can I tell The World
“I Am The Second Coming Of Christ?”
WRITE IT, It Howls
through the electrical lines
across the shore line —
Black Jesus & The Silver Christ
They are My Friends
maybe more complicated
than Your Basic 2nd Coming
but I can explain Them —
I can explain It All
in terms of The Expression
of Humanity gone
to Its Farthest Reach —
The Reach To God
within The Self
— as The Self
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
As I open My iridescent purple journal
printed with jewels
I have come to this place
where I am happy, fulfilled, & satisfied
despite the contradictory phraseology
pronounced severely over ten years ago
by My Psychiatrist (one of fourteen)
when I was insisting
I was The Second Coming of Christ:
“Joanna, You have so much going for You —
You’re intelligent, talented, beautiful
& This Idea is Wrecking Your Life.”
Then, less than two weeks later
from My Doctor Who became My Second Husband:
“–Joanna, You’re intelligent, talented, beautiful
You have so much going for You
I don’t see why you cling to This Idea –”
but cling to It I did
for twenty years now
& look where It has gotten Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:47pm
I was That 37 Year-old
with The New Haircut
back from Pass
— why was I even in There?
Because I thought
I was The Second Coming of Christ
wearing A Sign on My Blouse
“Waiting To Be Believed”
with A Helium Balloon tied
to My Very Thin Wrist
being told by Nurses
to take off My “inappropriate” Sign
& My Balloon
so They would agree
to talk to Me
Joanna Gilman Hyde 