The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm
Black Jesus & White Christ
drove, Black Jesus at the wheel
22 miles of Shelburne County
from Barrington to Shelburne
in Their Silver Silverado
to see a doctor there:
Dr Death
Who refused to let Them in
They did a Double Take
switched drivers & turned around
to drive 22 miles back to Barrington —
at The Nova Scotia Liquor Commission
They bought an 8-pack of LaBatt’s Blue
& drove to the bottom of Cape Sable Island
to The Hawk Beach
for a picnic
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
My Body Told Me
“Live For The Moment”
with surges, pushes and passages
as I lay on the centre floor
of The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
nearly twenty years ago
re-Mind-ing Me
never to let go
of His Hands on Me
when I told Him
“There Is A God”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
One hospitalized night
I saw The Meaning Of Life
open out before My Astonished Eyes
to reveal a profound Joke —
A Joke I had no way of expressing
but A Joke to make The World Laugh
not to Death
but to Life
A New Life, A New Era
where God is unnecessary
where God can be laughed off
laughed at
& thrown into a corner
a rigid corner, or pocket (like a pool table)
where He can see
He no longer resides
on Earth
except in the form
of uncornered Humans
Who find Their True Meaning
in a spirituality
unseparate
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm
We have come back into
each other’s lives
thanks primarily to the Internet
and here We are — corresponding
I was on a cloud of happiness
to be reunited with You
Who held such a place
in My Very Young Childhood
Now You Have Asked The Fateful Question:
“Joanna, how do you spend Your Days?”
My Answer:
Like You Bernard, waiting for the production of Your Musical —
I am waiting for My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting
to blow the roof off 911
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:10am
I have witnessed The Mad Attraction
between two particles of hair-like house dust
on the black screen of My Daughter’s Cell Phone:
on The Left was posited a “crinkly” piece —
to Its Right a “straight ” one
I moved My Left Finger to wipe The Pair off
when They Sprung to Life
& Connected
end to end
tip to tip
The Hawk Portico 10:22am
Dr. Death
Die For Me
so I can Resurrect You
again & again —
David
You Will Never Die
though Your Pen Name
has that flare of intimacy
I will Reclaim You
every time You are Exorcised
from My Brain
& We Will Form A Cycle
of Reclamation
Redemption
& never loss
The Hawk Living Room 10:22pm
That Book Has Been Written Twice
That Book Has Been Written Twice
All 364 Pages Shredded Five Times
That Book Is Still Being Carried Around
I Will Carry That Book Around With Me
For The Rest Of Time
–
Note: The above text was delivered through
a needle-like pain shooting through the tip
of My Left Big Toe
The Hawk Living Room 3:30pm
hook Me up
to My Members of Silver & Gold
My Robotic Arms
of The West
to carry Your Instruction
when a Reshma Begum emerges
in Pink & Violet —
tell Me what to say:
Say It, Damn It, Say It —
why has It taken the deaths
of one thousand, one hundred
Eastern Garment Workers
to force a call
to God?
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm
No Body’s gonna transmogrify
My Telepathic Vision —
My Vision of two illuminated figures
spinning in phosphorescence
by a dappled stream bed
No Body’s gonna transmogrify Them into The Urban Setting
traced over by two metallic animated robots
reaching for One Another
spinning on a unifying
pole
in
The Vertical
Landscape
of
an
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k
n
o
w
n
City
The Hawk Living Room 6:11pm
I tried to watch The Video
of The New Survivor
from Bangladesh
but a Lexus Commercial
kept coming on
I tried & tried
but all I kept seeing
were a pair of humanoid mannequins
controlled by little people
who allowed the dolls
one silver (male)
one gold (female)
to meet
Joanna Gilman Hyde