The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm
When I had My Shower of Silver Lights
over twenty years ago
I transferred
The Totality of God
on & into My Self
& spoke of It as such
ever since
Until Today
I spoke It all again
to a beautiful brown-haired woman
& by so doing
I
have
become
OURS
The Hawk Deck 11:00am
I have turned into
a religious figure
dressed in purple robe
& sun hat
holding My mauve & gold
Journal
on My Knee
I hear the birds
a lawn mower
& write
of The Solace
I seek for Others
Who may share
My View
of The Internal God
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Can You believe Me Now —
Do You believe Me Now —
Twenty Years after The Shower Of Lights
that I Am God
from Inside
No, I am not The External God
The Man in The Sky
I Am My Own Boss
with The Meaning of Life
under My Belt
A Wilson’s Warbler singing His Song
out to Me
from The Scraggly Apple
Can You, Could You, Believe Me Now?
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –
I Am The Second Coming Of Christ
Success in Circuit lies
I Am The Second Coming Of Christ
Too bright for our infirm Delight
I Am The Second Coming
The Truth’s superb surprise
I Am A White North American Female
As Lightening to the Children eased
Coming To A Store Near You
With explanation kind
EYE
The Truth must dazzle gradually
AM
Or every man be blind –”
GOD
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:45pm
We Are The Face
Of God
look no further
than You Own
Navel
Where You Came From
& where Your Inheritance
came from
before You were born
The Hawk Deck 11:15am
Anger is Our Most Passionate Emotion
seething or simmering — It must
be confronted
It must be addressed
It cannot be brushed aside
or “managed”
like the tell-tale
LOVE
We have all known
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:30pm
That Bird with the sweetest trill
receives The Perfect Mate —
even Crows are treated fairly
with Their Devoted Followers —
The Bird World Works
& has worked for Millennia —
Shouldn’t Ours?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
I perceived The Little Yellow Bird again
in The Scraggly Apple
& He Tweeted — what did He Tweet to Me
before My Daughter called to ask
if I could find Her Horse Binder
(She’s trying to sell Her Horse)
Did That Little Yellow Bird Tell Me
He’s sick of all this New Age Shit
about feebleness conquering strength
about Our New Era
when “God” is (finally?) questioned
when Humanity is being examined
when The Global Financial Picture is a blur
— but still no answers —
nothing concrete
so came The Little Bird Tweet
Joanna Gilman Hyde 