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 Portico 5:07pm
How does The Jay
call Me so, back
into the the early reaches
of My Childhood?
–
Is that why We have
distinctive bird song
to harken back
to parts We shan’t
forget?
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 9:45pm
My World’s Mind
is Seven Billion Strong
and with all that came before
and all that are still to come
My World’s Body
has Infinite Might
The Hawk Deck 9:44am
Oh — there’s a rainbow
ring around the sun right now
My World has a halo
The Hawk Deck 8:07am
It matters not that
Eye Am Human
It matters not that
Eye Am God
In love w/ All
M(eye) Sea
in molten Silver
& dewy trees
& grass so wet
Eye just let out
a cat
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?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm
To Dr David Hamilton Wilson
over the telephone from My Hospital Room
by His prescription:
“I have so many thoughts coming in —
even one for a new religion
based on The Joanna Hyde School of Thought:
Believe In Your Self FIRST
THEN Believe In God”
“Some People will accept
Your Ideas
Some People Won’t”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 