The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:32pm
I walked across The Sky
Today
as It reflected along The Sand
at My Wet Feet
I pirouetted over Galaxies
of Shells, Kelp and Gull Droppings
until The Sea Foam
rushed around My Bare Ankles
and landed Me Ashore
Barrington Passage 2:04pm
I Am Coming —
Oh My God —
I Am Coming Out —
I
Am
Your
God
I Am Here
not to tell You
what to do, or what
to Be —
I Am Here To Tell
You
We’re Fine
Just The Way
We Are
We Are Perfect
in Our Human Form
& We Are Divine
in Our Deaths
We Are The Divine
We Are All We Could Ever
Be
& We Are Loved
The Hawk Portico 12:15pm
There is Power in My Writing
It is not just Black
in Black’s simplicity
My Writing is All Colours
It is Alarm-bell Red for Stopping
It is Blue for Breathing
The Sky
It is Yellow for The Sun
It is Silver for Humanity
There is Power in Humanity
We are no longer
weaklings
groping Our Way
to death
We are Above death
for I have seen
The Light
of
Our Night
and I believe
We Are Eternal
The Hawk Outpost 9:22am
Harken Silver Sun!
Your Glare Is All
I Worship
Your Rise Each Day
Makes Me Live
Makes Me See
Beyond My Kitchen
Window Frame
Out To The World
I Love
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm
“Oh My God
Oh My God!
OH MY GOD!!!”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
The Silver Lights
crashed down
all around Me
& I cried out
“Oh My God
Oh My God!
Oh My God!!”
I
Am
The
Second Coming
of
Christ
I
Am
unravelling
The Mystery
of
The Meaning Of Life
an idea
which
cannot
be expressed
yet
I saw
It
in the dark
of a little hospital room
in
Shelburne, Nova Scotia
on March 31st, 1993
It, The Meaning
opened out to Me
like a pod
of
chocolate
I
saw
The Reason For Schizophrenia
I
saw
that I Am
The Reason
The Light
The Life
&
I will coat
My World
in the luscious
residue
of My Vision
until
The World
Gets
It
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
My Name Is
Joanna Gilman Hyde
and I Am The God
Who Fell From The Sky
& shaved off His Beard
& stuffed Tissue
down The Front Piece
of His Robe
& held up A Sign
for All The World To Read
saying “I Am Woman”
(& not a Transvestite)
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:00pm
I have painted
giant canvases
spread My Self across
the geography of Canada
written volumes of poetry
married twice
to capable men
carried My 2.4 Children
I live now in a house
of My Own Choosing
I am The Artist In Residence
in painted-on jeans
with tea steeping
in My Kitchen
The Hawk Kitchen 11:22am
I don’t have to write
about My Very Old Depression
I don’t have to go on
The Rowing Machine
unless I want to
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Kitchen Chair
& drink tea in My Bathrobe:
I AM LIVING
THE CLEAN SLATE
OF MY LIFE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm
Years ago long-haired Eve
offered a red apple
to Her Skinny Boyfriend
& The World Of Christianity Was Born
(or was It?)
Today We have a bunch
of ripe bananas
offered by Sheepish Boyfriends
to unsuspecting Girls
everywhere
& So We Have
The Second Coming
Joanna Gilman Hyde 