The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I have craved Fame & Glory
as badly as any
suicide-ed poet
— I have made attempts
on My Own Life —
but more-so have I
striven to live
as I do now
when My Work is being read
every day & every day
I am not dead
He steamed out 24 hours
not planning on coming back
when He cut the engine
& sat astern
testing the water:
“It was real to Me
I witnessed It
& same time I’m puzzled by It
I don’t see any reason
I shouldn’t tell It —
Some People may see a UFO
maybe They did
I thought about painting It
It’s so well embedded in My Mind
They don’t have to look like a seagull —
They weren’t
They weren’t a sea hag
They were sort of angelic like
down on the outside —
similar to a glow
20 feet away
2 on top 1 on the bottom
sea hags don’t hover
They were trying to send Me a Message
delicate hair, like angel hair
Something I can’t explain
but It happened”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 