The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:44am
Black Jesus is now driving
a new white Silverado
I saw Him at The Clyde River Exit
& followed Him into Sobey’s in Barrington
where He parked
at The Yellow Sign On The Cart Corral:
“In The Event Of Emergency Gather Here”
He parked in an assembly
of White Vehicles
while I walked into The Store
to get some Cat Food
& fruit for My Sick Daughter
The Hawk Deck 11:35am
“We know that Two Planes
ran into The World Trade Center —
what else is true
We do not know”*
— overtaken by My Father
lumbering up the stairs
to My Shower
squishing used bars of soap together
His Noxema & Sensodyne
were not so innocent —
but That was only His Ghost
telling Me He was in cahoots
with The Muslims
in Riyadh
when He lived over there
for 25 years
before having lunch @ Windows On The World
with Guy Tozzoli & Me
where no mention whatsoever
was made of My
*quote from WHB
The Hawk Deck 11:25pm
I Am God
And From God
I Am Not Separate
From The Tiny Wing-ed Bug
On My White Sleeve
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I was trying to re-write an excerpt
from My Shredded Manuscript
but I failed.
It was about
The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ
thrown by Me
The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —
where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne
(the plane, not Me)
flying into earlier and earlier time zones
appearing at the head of the plane
naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport
and The Whole World would be invited
but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.
I failed
to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend
regardless of the weather
but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept
the invitation
Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept
because they cover their woman at all times
and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.
The rest of the world would be offended
by The Muslim Countries not going, so
MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen
and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:09am
I stood as The Child
stooped slightly
with My Left Hand on My Belly
My Right behind My Back
My Head turned to The Left
“These are My Socks
My Watch
My Room, My Radio
It’s My World
— leave My World Alone”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:35pm
In One of My Countless Psychiatric Interviews
I was Once Asked The Question:
“What does the saying
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
mean?”
I rose from My Chair
to find My Self Exclaiming
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
until The Psychiatrist
Doctor Appavoo
(I called Him Doctor Apple Voodoo)
had to shut Me up
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:34pm
My Master Plan is to be The Star
Super like no other
so that all I touch will turn to Silver
& all I own to Gold
I will dress My Self as I do now
with careful thought & pride
& live upon My Cans of Soup
My Flame Flung Far & Wide
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:17pm
I can write whatever I want
a privilege not held in all countries
there, where Women are struggling
while I sit in My Sea-side Outpost
wanting to give, will, Them The Power
I have
to fight the wars Their Men
have made
to fight the hunger of Their
babes
what can I do
but write
My Freedom
& hope It spreads?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 