The Hawk Portico 1:53pm
I want to reign in
The Shower Of Lights
consolidate Them
into a pattern
rather than a room
full of light
I want to make Them
an Emblem
a Signature
of The Divine
Tonight Marks The Thirtieth Anniversary
of The Signing of
Thank You For Watching
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:24pm
Today I went to Sobey’s
in My Husband’s old paint pants
belted
but first I had to go to the bank
& walking over
in an October wind
I felt, for the first time:
I really am an artist
living in Nova Scotia
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm
Out of the murky darkness
of a stupid little hospiral (typo I will keep) room
almost 22 years ago
I saw what I am inspired
to paint now —
God’s Joke
in brown, gold & pink —
should I stick to the original
or should I go for The Update
or could I use
BOTH PALETTES?
The Hawk West Desk Window NOON
I have My Paint Clothes on:
Black Marks and Spencer pants
of My Husband’s
from twenty years ago —
a little girl’s white knitted top
with pearl buttons
no jewellery except for My Silver Hoops
I’m waiting for My Canvas
to be delivered
I’m churning
My Meaning Of Life
over & over
in My Brain
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Meaning Of Life
opened out before
My Eyes
from a pod of brown
cracked with gold
revealing something pink —
God’s Magnificent Joke?
Oh! It’s The Reason
For Schizophrenia
Now I Will Paint It
BLACK
FUCHSIA
&
SILVER!!!!
The Hawk Dining Room 6:22pm
I Am Setting The Table
for 2
coming out of disaster
to abide Together
after the flack & flap
subside —
I Am Setting The Table
for The Feast Of Love
& no one is invited —
or is The World?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I Am In The Grip
Of My Reality
Whereby I Will Live Forever
In My World’s Mind
In The Process
Of Creating
The Hawk Deck 10:50am
Since March 31, 1993
I have been in a perpetual state
of Illumination
broken only by the depression
yet even then I retained the memory
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
which follow Me religiously
as I follow Them
to where I am Today
sitting in My Red Deck Chair
in the calm of early Autumn
under The Halo
of Our Existence
shining through a murky sky
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I wanna start A Cult —
not the kind where the leader
drives 14 Rolls Royces
or where the leader talks
500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid
I wanna be the kind of leader
I already am —
54 years in the making —
a slice of human growth
out of two wedges
of eternity —
Mine is The Cult
of Clear Thinking
’cause I will never say
there is no such thing
as Divinity
My Cult is not a clubhouse
My Cult lives for Humanity
as God, merely God
as I understand no separation
–
Move Over Allah & Christ —
a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde
is on the scene
to speak Her Mind
Her Human Mind
which speaks for God —
Is Anyone Listening?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 