The Zephyrs, She heard --- a whisper, whirring in the Moonlight
of circles in the breathlessness as 10,000 Bird lives shimmered in blue winged Origami daydreams
above the solid ground, it was as if She herself had an Upside Down Toe launching
her secret recipe into the Universe, where the starlight was a Gyroscopic fantasia of
what seemed to be Undiscovered Memories
pirouetting in an often humorously lightning colored Void,
the Starlight shimmering, She --- that Girl from Somewhere Kansas,
had discovered the Emerald City, Dorothy, and Oz himself ---
some Magician, perhaps Orville or Wilbur Wright, maybe a wandering L. Frank Baum,
roadside Indiana, where the gypsy carnival was sleeping in what the Fortune Teller was
describing as a a perpetual Motion MOebus Loop,
the red dirt, the tall grass, the heat and the Grasshoppers glowing like candelabra of Ancient
MEsopotamia, She though,pondering in the morning sun,
clouds and channel locks in strange rooms of Wire and oil, the burning
of jet fuel like a pterodactyl breath gathering momentum out of the Mechanical
Grave at the Beginning of Time, as She landed, leapt out of the Airplane,
went rushing to the Sea, each new exotic locale turning her Exoskeleton into
Strange painted embers sailing from cloud to cloud, her Propellers lifting the
curtain of night in a masquerade of endless astonishment, the Cities of
Calcutta, the Arabian Sea shimmering in an Oasis of circular motion,
gliding towards the golden light as if Ezekiel himself had entered the Blue Sky on
a Chariot of green Wings fluttering, the Costumes of Humanity
unfolding like an Origami of Swanlike Sensibilities, She could ponder every book
She ever heard of, just the Title was enough to send her climbing the Trees,
to find that Leaf, the one with certain purple green shadows twirling in the
Autumn Wind, that She
had suddenly discovered to be Not What You Think it Is,
a Series of Apparitions, lurking in the peripheral visions of Flowering,
earth to sky, dream to dawn, the spiraling of Lapis Lazuli,
Her, the first Female Ulysses, chasing Eternity as if her heart was a Kite,
every Cowboy Angel on the ground, 1930's dust Bowl was grounded in their
Boots, a thunder of Hooves in the Clouds, She began lifting her Dress towards
the Emptiness of Time, naked above the ATlantic, Her feathers unfolded
EYes of the Scarlet Ibis, Mouth of the Pelican Mother, Nightingales pouncing
towards the mandala of her Eardrum, ten thousand Buddhas circling her Turbine,
as if they were Laughing at their own Incapacity to levitate,
there where she Stood with her boots on the Ground, crescent wrench
paused against her hip, the Flamenco Flamingo in a Solitary Tango
of Moonlight, a Coral reef of Pink umbrellas and lost Fish prayers
10000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean, the Middle of the Endles Night,
Starward, She undiscovered America,
Columbus to Sleep in the Museums, her own heart like a Winged Mona Lisa
star spangled, laughing as if the Ground was a Jeweled Placenta,
the wine dark Sea of Uncertainty, Angels were balancing Demigods
on the Arrow She plucked from the Garden of Vines in the Molecular Structure of Spacetime,
thank uou Einstein, She thought, Very Much, her jugular vein thumping with strange
hunger to lift her feet into the Goneness, disappear, the
Daisy her Broomstick gliding in parallelograms of the
Troposphere, Purring like a Dream Spun Spiderweb laced inside a
Spanish Tarantulas
Anti Gravity Umbrella,
as a Squadron of Wayward Mallards chased her through the Swishing Blueness
of an Empty Sky, her Heart pulsing with Fireflies
inside the Elven Valkyrie's Willow Tree Powdered Kaleidoscope,
as a Magic Mandala woke inside the Wheat,
her footsteps gliding in Antedeluvian Shadows down Sunbeams into
Golden Triangles of Goose winged Elementals,
Djinn, Efreet, Cosmological Splendors, Archangels, perhaps,
her Left WIng flapping like a weathervane,
the Ground like a Ghostly pincushion, parabolic Arcs of Hummingbirds swinging
20,000 feet above the Human Ant Farm, She thought.
as She Sleptwalk like a Ballerina made of Helium, her toeprints pulsing in Cerulean
Tapestries of Blue Light gathering it's Alter Egos
in her Left Eye, above Metropolis, Dracula and Frankenstein were
circling with Blueprints made of Phosphorescent calculus, glowing
on an Oscilloscope
as if She hersel had, by lifting her Left Boot off the Tarmac,
had somehow
exceeded even the Ghost of Christopher Columbus,
the goosedown moonlight shimmering in a Palette of Ostrich Whispers to
Sleeping Beauty in a Flight Suit,
Ailerons of Esoteric Chimera glancing into her Irises
of Cinderella's Crystal Slipper Fairy Tale boomeranging towards the
Edge of the Immaculate Universe, She became
the Bird that Flew Into the Tesseract of Orchestras turning
Ultraviolet Occultations as Annie Oakley lassoes her Satyr in the Moonpie Haunted Midnight Sky,
upside down and inside out,
her Brain a Blue Green Bouquet of
Sparrow Fantasias, the breath of Nightingales, Star Spangled Freckles,
Shooting across the Ether, MEsmer and Madame Curie, fast asleep on the
Unsolid Ground,
her Skeleton, camoflaged, Lady Godiva in the Fuselage,
the Rose that blooms in Jet Fuel, against the Canvas made of Emptiness,
Mona Lisa in a Spaceship,
The Mirrored Baroness,
an Icarista Aviatrix,
Her Empty Eyes shimmering with the Green Tea on the edge of the Upside Down
Horizon, Inkwells of acrobats
zig zagging into a Free Tailed Zephyr, Fire Feathers fluttering in her Electromagnetic
Tastebuds, her Einstein powered Gyroscopic pinwheel bursting into gamma rays
of Wind and Silence, her breath like a Birdbath in the Jetstream,
Levitating Sundials of Nightingale
Speakeasy gathering gold dust glitterati beams on a dream seeking
Broomstick in the Constellation Eye of the Needle where the First
Lavender Supernovae Quasicrystal Caravanserai that looked like the Jewelry Counter
in Macy's, sundials sprouting in her flip flops, raindrops and teardrops
Hank Williams and Roy Rogers lassoing her Earlobes on the edge of a Desert Dream Tornado
at Altitudes around 90,000 feet, Dale Evans like a Bluebird in the Green Horizon, Stars Shining
whatever, She began to Skywalk, like a Cannibal Messiah, torqued her Alter Ego, into
Lamont Cranston gargoyle and began hissing ten thousand clicking Ichthysaurauses into the
Zodiac of Altocumulus in the radio Static zithering through her approach to Shangri La La La La
Latitude Whiskey Eyed Foxtrot through in the Sailfish powered sunbeams
collecting in a shimmer on the left wing of her Bird, the
Seagull eyed and squinting like a boomerang into the Mind of some Alternate Miracle
on the edge of Tomorrow where everything happens and
the peach jeweled skies exhale hydrocarbon vapors, as if Zeus and the Immortals were
dancing, their faces curved into the mountain of Non Being,
emeralds colliding with sapphires in the yellow sunburst where, SHE
the EAR, in the HEART:
AN AMELIA?
Spiraled, Wing tilted, nuts and bolts of Hera's Eyelashes twisting in a sudden
sullen barrel roll, dropping at 31 feet per kaleidoscopic
neg entropy, looped in a seam of Glittering Quarklike apparitions, as if
the Space Time Continuum,
some 10000 daydreams above the
Sleepwalking wheatfields hovering in the Supercomputing Supercolliding
Crop Circle Astrofractal Mandelbrot mountains of the S Central Kansas,
veering into the Starlight in a burst of whiteknuckled protoplasms echolocating her fingerprints
into the darkest shadow
ball lightning and Goosebumps, the Sudden gravity of Her Swan Song
curled her Wings into dark purple thermals howling paeans of delirium in a Pterodactyl Cloud Opera,
Kite Strings fluttering around the filigreed madness of Moonlight, leaping
in flying horses around the Sky, a stampede of Winged Beings gaining
Momentum as the sweetness of her Insanity curved her Ligaments into
the labyrinthine coils of her dear Houdini's shadow in the Sky, and She
felt her ligaments ripple, taut with the Gravity of Mystery, as She became
Lady Godiva camoflaged in Fuselage, Her
Eyelids fluttering like Snow White's Ailerons;
bloodcurdling screams illuminating her Pirouette, in vertigo,
Center Stratosphere of that Wicked Mirror, the Night, Vampire Bats echolocating
the riddle and miracle of her most mysterious Name, an Ear, a Heart
Sleeping Beauty's make up mirror, the Sky, Winged Seraphim lost in the
aerodynamics of Shangri La,
10000 feet about the Tahitian Cannibals,
Gaugin's Fingerprints accelerating in her rearview Mirror,
like a Curtain of feathers gathering Dust motes from 10,000 light years of Starlight,
a Shimmering in the Whirlwind, twelve thousand sunbeams bursting into
Fairy Tales, somewhere in her capillaries
as She began Shining from the INside out, Picasso's favorite Boomerang,
leaping from Calcutta to the Azores
as if Van Goghs Ear was chasing her to the Summit of Everest, She gripped
the Flight Wheel like it was a Broomstick,
disappeared into her Eyes, the emptinesss of ten thousand Broken Mirrors in the Starlight
rising from the ground, Flocks of Geese escaping the Cemetery Fog, she could see,
thousand centuries into the Misted Night,
her Starry Eyelids shining
breathlessness on envelopes of that strange white noise,
the rushing of Wings, the rustling of Vacuous Emptiness, a burst of sudden thunder
on her Tongue, She FLEW, a Witch amongst the Nursemaids, them,
above the White Cliffs of Nowhere,
lost in the Silent Breath of Zeus, Zephyrs twisting at Zenith,
of an Ouroborous down into the Ionosphere at the edge of her
Fingerprints, as She, the Invisible Woman, leapt off the solid ground
began Pirouetting in the Ether, her heliotropic Exoskeleton
Amelia, the Earhart, burst into a Star Spangled Shadow camouflaged
as Lady Godiva in the fuselage,
Echolocating Einstein in a Wineglass, Radio static Esoteric, Chimeras like Pegasus
began simultaneously ascending and descending,
twin Ovaries in Turbo Prop, against the Curve of an Eyelash whispering
what certainly might be considered Pagan Odes to Celestial Twelve dimension
speakeasy, found herself, a Purple Winged Seabird gathering Momentum in auspices of
Minervas Painted dandelions, and gathering Cotton Candy in the Cloudlike Auroras in
mid Sunburst,
loves NIghtingale One,
as if She was some Annie Oakley of the Tarmac, Jean d'Arc in the Sand Castle, *******
Jazz eyed Josephine Baker,
levitating around Jules Vernes Geodesic Jewelry Box,
as the Lightning struck in her Hope diamond, Sutras in the Whirligig of Clockwork
stitched in the Turbine, a Satyr locked in Tempered Carbons,
STeel jawed, twelve fisted suddenly reached the Larynx in a
Torque of Electromagnetic Shadows roaring at Tahitian Escape Velocity
and discovered her Ear parachuting amidst the Dancing Stars,
through purple mouth of Moonlit Sunflowers
in the Landing Zone of Gaugin's Third Eye,
twelve thousand Seahorse Wings swirling in Kite Strings and Astral Lattice as
\
her Kite String Violin whirred like Paganini's Boomerang
above the Stairwell of Golden Salt Freckles as
the Eagles of her Anti Gravity Eyrie hovered,
levitating Wordless in the Summer Wind,
as her Siamese Mermaid Shadow boxed the Ghost of Ulysses until She saw
TS Eliot paused in silhouette, carrying a jigsaw puzzle of Spare Parts through the
Broken Mirror of Snow White's Heart, She Rose in Milky White Moon Boots and
spiraled around, incandescent loops and hoops, turning
cartwheels like an Electromagnetic Electra, faced herself in a Time Machine,
as the Darkness of that Mind Wandering Sky,
curled like Schroedingers Cat into the Treeline of the Rich Man's Wine Cellar,
found the Rolling Stone
Silent and Immobile, Joan of Arc pirouetting in the Darkness that has No Name,
The Great Bear in Orbit, Jupiter and G-d of Falling Sparrows whistling Dixie in the
Kingdom of her Silly Whispers as if the Wizard of Oz was teaching her to dance
with Thunderbirds around the Factory of Dinosaur Umbrellas, drifting like
Icarus around the White Cliffs of Nowhere,
every moment,
her Talons taut like Dale Evans false Eyelashes,
spiraling, She, Mae West of the Ravens Nest
eying the Scarecrow as if it was a Dimestore Messiah,
headpiece full of Straw,
or perhaps some Wiched Witch,
casting her Sticks into the Emerald City,
the empty canvas of the Kansas Wheat Fields, simmering in Whirligigs,
Glenda the Good,
a Tooth Fairy in a Gladiators Costume,
the Christmas Spy, searching for Santa Claus in the Daydreams of Lost Atlantis,
her Flags whirling into Rainbowed Chromaticity,
Soon to be a Major Motion Picture,
propellers of her Star Spangled Eyes, chopping the Air of your Voice into Blue Notes
and the feathered Headresses of the Wright Brothers,
in the Corner of her Eyes, as the Ground disappeared and
the Stained Glassed Windows appeared
in Her Goggles,
She thought, Walking on Water was never This Good, the Icons of
of St. Peter dropping below the horizon
as She, bathing the Wine in her Skeleton,
swerved in heliotropic ligaments towards a Magic Lantern floating towards the
Shanghai Sunset, twelve thousand Barn Swallows Swooping and Sweeping,
around the centripetal force Sleepless Weeping, the Clouds were
Ghostlike
Hindu Swamis chanting Mantras to
the Goose Goddess migrating against the Flow of Ordinary Spacetime
in her Wake,
glow of Cinderellas' Ailerons wooshing across
Constellations in the Caravanserai of Circus Seraphim,
the Sky Sky writing her Own Name,
in Concentric circles, Amelia,
Ear and HEart, her own Bellydance
catapulting her Cathartic conscience
from Her Daydream to the Jetstream,
SHe thought of
Lady Godiva waltzing towards Shangri La, as
Graf von Zeppelin circled in ten thousand Raindrop Eyed
Fairy Godmothers, the Ground burst like a Popped Balloon,
She --- Opened Her Ear,
Airmailed St. Valentine her Weathervane Heart
as if She was the Fairy Queen gathering Fruit in the Acropolis,
weaving the Rainbow feathered Moon into fractal Nadir of Non Linear Midnight,
mid flight as She,
the Rouge Baroness, clocked her Cuckoo Bird twelve notches to the Left,
static Crackling in her Shoulders,
10,000 Mother Goose Poems screaming in the Propellers,
her Fantasia, her Eyes, her Wings, whirling
Lady Godiva's Gyroscope spun into the fluttering Gravity in her
Sternum, 90,000 grasshopper winks above the
dark scar of sunburnt wheat and river of glittering serpents,
the Night sky coming down like the mouth of some Strange Zeus,
Zephyrs of Illumination streaming under her Toes,
Madame Curie, her bangles laced with Uranium Cake
the Century itself began barrel rolling around the Sundial of her Still Unbroken Heart,
Flamingos
Mid Flight near the
Edge of Heaven, a strange
Speakeasy billowing in the convective trebles of the Thunder,
lightning strikes like dominoes, the rattling of her favorite Snake,
She goggled her Nightmares,
curved her Wings into the Broken Glass of her Thirteen Thousand Dragonfly Eyes
exhaled a trillion Nightingales into the Zenith of her Disbelief,
and as the Universe
whooshed,
an Aeon of her Immortality arrived the Sudden Breathlessness
of Knowing it Could Never End, the Stars,
the sudden descent into the Cemetery,
Caskets winged like Picasso's Nostrils, exhalations of the
Dragon at the edge of the
tarmac,
every footstep on Solid Ground,
like a Hammer falling out of the Dreamtime,
tempering the Imaginary World
into Shadows that do not hide from the Noonday Sun,
to Rise through the Sky, an Invisible Wind
rushing into the Lungs,
her Eyes dripped
Roman Candle of
Jeweled Teardrops as What was left of her Left Wing, '
popped like a Branch on an Upside down Tree,
Apples and Bats, the Broomstick crackling in the Static Electricity of her Cat Fur,
Upside down?
The MOON?
Was it a Pizza? Baked like her Heart,
a Crime Scene painting itself in Jet Fuel?
Her Egg,
the One She'd Been carrying in her Purse,
Cracked open
Revealing
the Great Stowaway,
HOUDINI
into the Twelve Dimension Mirror, ten thousand Cannibals and Coconuts were
Swimming in Slow Motion towards her, the Dolphins of Atlantis
cresting in Slow Motion as her Tongue
her Tongue whirled like a Propeller towards
a Silver Tongued Sailfish seeking it's
Supra Shadow, somewhere in the Center Central of a lonely Latitude,
down South in the not Very Specific Pacific,
the Radio crackled into what sounded like Orson Welles paraphrasing Bluebeards Parrot,
windchimes in her
Eardrums spinning counterclockwise in
Moonlight trapezoids shimmering in her Ultraviolet Velocity Vector,
as the Mouth of some Tea Teared Leviathan breached the surface of what seemed to be
her favorite Lost Light Lagoon, her Eyelids lifted like a Bodhissatvas Prayer shawl
universe inside her Fingernails momentarily warbled off Key like a
ten thousand year old Superconducting Barn Owl and
she Became everything She suddenly wasnt and then,
leapt ? Twice backwards into a Patch of Plutonium Powered Petunias and
slithered back into her Ballerina costume, pirouetting like a tumbleweed
across
a Bolt of Blue lightning inside the Belfry of Velvet Elf Squelch,
as her Third Wing Snarkey Malarkey Tornado Tomato descended
through a Fiery Flamingo Tongue Flamencoing in the
Salt Marshes levitating in Goose Bumps of a Fiji Cannibal Factory, She
broke into a strange Birdsong amidst the Broken lightbeams, shadow catted Her foggy
tongued umbrella on the neon
glass as SHe dissolved like a Womans tears into a Moment of Perfect
Prayers, bending Cinderellas Ailerons
into Snow White's Magic Mirror,
Sleeping Beauty spun her Purple Propeller into
Shadow of one million trillion bloodstained boomerangs, as twice upon the
Sunburst She shined her Fluttering Silent Gasp down the
muddy boots trapped on her Cloud Feathered tongue,
a Gargoyles Eye licked her Endless Wound, that shined in the Winded Thunder,
Her Belly growing like a Moon Rock at Zenith of Everlasting Night,
a Constellation of Tears in her Freckles, how
HIGH IN THE SKY MOTHER, I MEAN, HOW?
Well, She said, as if
it was then, above the muddy ruts of Topeka Kansas
where She glanced her
Sunburnt wingtips across the Street, her name in Fireflys like that
Strange womans purse full of Sundials,
and She thought, She could do that,
if only She knew Why,
and
THat was the Question.
She turned her feet,
upside down, considered catching a Broomstick to Mars,
landing in the Red Dirt where some Tarzan was waiting,
Daddy O, a Strange Tornado trapped in her Mouth,
like She wanted to Sing but could only
CAW CAW CAW,
a Raven's Madness, that peculiar sound when the
Catbirds are lifting the Curtains in Fog and Dew,
and her Eyelid was bathed
in jeweled Vampires
a Castle
of Unlit Dust in the Clock Suckling Dusk, as the Clouds boiled their Furies
in vermouth, a Green Fairy Hotel that wet it's windowsills on her
Eyelids, cheekbones like an Upside Down Speakeasy,
the
White Cliffs of Dover that taught the Hawks where to launch their Winded
Hieroglyphs,
towards the Burial Chamber of some Mad King,
She could See it all happening
from 30,000 Leagues above the
African Bush, her
Mouth Roaring it's Lioness Hymns, to the Infantry of Flanders Field,
Gettysburg,
deserts full of Camelopardus eloping in Sandstorms,
her Wings, an extension of her Eyelashes, fluttering into the
the breath of Zeus on a Howl around her Moonlit Golgotha,
Goggles like a Goose Eye, Shimmering against the Curve of the Map,
Gramaphones
scratching like her Mother's music in the Fireplace,
who knows?
the Blues Sings a Lady, across the Starlit Sea, She giggled
her Fingerprints ignited with a trillion useless Altimeters,
as if She
held a Hyena's throat
by a Golden Talon, swinging's Fist through the Pendulum of White Noise
leftover from the Beginning of Time, and
She Herself
was a Tumbleweed made of Spanish LEather,
rolling into Clouds
Roy Rogers could never imagine,
She sprouted thirteen Talons, heard the Hurricane begin to whistle it's train song
at Latitude indeterminate, Radio Silence, the moment Dawn
Crested over the Horizon and all She could hear was the Radio
crackling like Orson Welles in on the Radio Static,
her beak burst into Orange Spider flames,
the
Wings of her Otherworldly Eye turned into
a Praying Mantis bathed in White Blossoms,
the Gyroscopic Organics levitated
a Trillion Twelve dimension Polka Dots above
Yankee Stadium, where Her memory was a Shadow on the ground
spinning wildly against Abner Doubleday's Model T, as
he was thinking of Orville and Wilbur Wright, and
Her Owlish Booklike Ballerina Gears
rotated into a
Screaming Vortex of
Immaculate Nothingness of
Titanic Dimensions and OMG
She began
Skywriting a Thousand Ghosts, into
clouds of Blue Balls gathering speed in the
Sunlight shining in the Stratosphere of the Swan Winged
Night
as the Moon
itself
descended like Einstein's Top Hat,
above the Alphabet Soup of the Pacific,
Lady Godiva put on her Flight Boots and got back to Work as if by Magic,
the Airframe
hyperventilated at the Speed of Venusian Mermaid Feathers nd
woosh,
it was as if the Century itself,
was already Gone with the Wind,
Wars inside of Wars brewing in Charlie Chaplins Moustache,
on the ground, in the cobblestone and mustard gas, the
1000 Yard stare shining in the Doughboys Eyes as if they
had just invented the Radio and their Ears
were Shellshocked by the Sound of the Bombs Bursting Mid air,
Until She ---
Earhart the Aviatrix
disappeared into the Sky, SOlitude Standing Sentinel in her Own Eyes,
above Rubidium Palaces and the Pirate QUeens of Zanzibar
as they chased Songbirds through Curtains of Electric Voodoo,
the Hangar like a Dragon's Heart, an
Electric Eye whirling in the Ten Thousand directions
of Nikola Teslas'
Pet Frankenstein, above Tunguska
that night when her Shadow Birth Monster crash Landed
in the Center of
an Invisible Map,
17,000 light years Away,
as She, purring like Schroedingers Cat on a Black board made of
Hieroglyphic equations, charted a Course of Buzzes and Nose Dives
across the Kingdom of Ancient Atlantis and
from the Blue Eyed Ainu of Northern Japan to the
Komodo Dragons sunbathing in the Cauldrons of her Fellow High Priestess
in the Center of the Metropolis without Name or Location or Meaing,
the Mandala of Gods Eye Shining
in her Own Flesh
the Blue clouds like Ten thousand Sheep rolling across Meadows of
Blue Haired Fairy Godmothers,
and it was then
She began laughing,
her breath as Wild as a Roman Candle,
a Woman's Story [pirouetting in the Center of the SKy,
always Gone before Arriving,
lace filigree of Ten thousand Angel hearts in Clouds where the Ice Cream and Rainbows
looked like Picasso's entrails,
She spiraled
Upside Down and heard G-d Laughing as
the Pacific Ocean
Smiled, Shark Mouth so blue it made Cab Calloway blush,
the ocean waves frothing over in a Trillion Tempests and Typhoons,
the Sapphire Sphinx
opening it's Eye
to Her Ghost as it Parachuted
into the Dreamtime,
a trillion candles on her Cake ,
24 Carat Raindrops tap dancing on her Fleshy Ailerons,
her legs
swirling like Wilbur Wright's Training Wheels,
the Bicycle Gone,
just a strange floating
between Kansas, Atlantis, and now,
the bottom of the Ocean Floor,
where, like Gilgamesh Flower, She dissolved into Memory
of Night,
SHe, the Only One
She
ever Knew,
Acrobat in Abracadabra of the Atmosphere,
a Crucifixion of the Pterodactyl,
She discovered Her own Mind
Orbiting a Mandala of Ziggurats,
She could hear the Cannibal
Capillaries howling in her Swan Feathered Exoskeleton,
during the Ascension
into the
STorm G-ds Chalice,
the Sun Wobbling as it did that day, the Face of the Virgin
painting the Sky in pointillism of Human Tears,
Spacetime her Lost Nest,
perhaps a nice quiet vacation in the bottom of the Sea,
some Marianas Trench, She could place her eggs and sleep,
and Wait
for the Argonauts to arrive with Duct Tape,
She could stitch her Grass skirt
and proceed to the Luau, where Paul Gaugin
would ask her Questions about the
Clouds, how many Sky Bulls did She encounter,
Were there any Vampires in Shangri La?
Sleeping Beauty at 30,000 Feet,
the Kiss of the Moonlight
that opened her Eyes into Zenith of Xanadu,
where
*
Radio Silence,
like Ernest Hemingway standing in line
to go to the Zoo,
the Caged Birds only Sang,
and Never Really Flew.
She fluttered up through the Arc,
a Miracle of Post Modern Momentum,
mid Minuet , like
Emily Dickinson levitating above
Flanders Field, the Bloodstained Teeth of Soldiers
crushed underneath her claws, She began to understand the
strange flight of Spirit into the Soil. where the
People looked like Polka Dots
circling Trampolines of Wheat,
a Trillion
broken Mirrors, shining with the Light of
Nostradamus Eyes,
from the Inside out,
Her Mother's laughter rising and falling in
Fables of the Goose that turned into a Moose and Landed in
a Field of Burning pitchforks,
as the
the Door that Opened into a Window Opened
into her very Ovaries and the Breath of G-d whispered in the Stratosphere,
the Airframe shaking like a
Cathedral at Midnight in Atlantis,
Carbon based Cruciforms and Cyclic Auras
of the Falcon and the Falconer
balancing Centuries of Imagination
on the edge of the Airstrip,
and ten thousand skeletons
and the Hallelujah Ballerinas,
Circling her Lockheed Electra
until She became
the
Canary
her
Mother Always Thought She Could Be,
Ruby Throated,
Emerald Bellied
Sap Sucking
WoodPeckerheaded
Hoot Owl
circling the Sunset
her Roseate tongue pulsing with
DRAGON FIRE
(Gold Dust, Cherub Rumors, Rattlesnake Wings, Shark Hearts,
Tarantula Wires,
Circuitry of a Dolphins Smile,
Supernovae Shimmering in the Wings,
Frankensteins' Jugular Vein roaring with the White Noise of a Snoring Sky God,
a Torch that Burns at the Edge of the Lightning Struck SKy,
where She,
suspended upside down,
Screwdrivers in both hands, is hammering out Morse Code
to the Lindbergh Baby)
*
Photovoltaic Embers of the Phoenix Dusk above Calcutta,
and
it seemed, as She read,
as if Vishnu
had
exhaled the Sea,
opened its unfinished Silence
and She, cloaked in Sappho's Invisible Flesh,
escaped the Academy with SOcrates
and was now
above the clouds
Swimming towards Cassiopoiea with Plato as
The Fish leapt out of the Mirror and a
Dolphin's Nose CHOMPED down on a Coconut and
the the the the the Third propeller in her Eyes
whirled
Ten thousand Birchwoord Bicycles straight of out of
Orville Wrights bookish boyhood somewhere in
Mark Twain country
that Summer when the Sunflower Opened
like a Bumble Bee's Eye,
spiraling counterclockwise,
Mid Flight at Mid Night,
Operation Ravens Wing
and She discovered She was No Boomerang, and
She heard herself
Unsaying,
Caw Caw Caw,
which Way is Up?
rotor, spine, eyelid, feathers,
heaven? what
a strange clanking in this cantilever
powered
hindbrain,
RPMS AT 10 GODZILLION + / - 10,
as
they Sang,
those Screeming Heebie Jeebies the Never Never Ever Land of a Jetstream,
just like
Hollywood, here where She,
like Tinkerbell,
was Floating down in Oscillations amongst the
the Sleepwalkers Serenade, in the Silk Nighted Stars, and
like the Shadow of a
Speakeasy, where theres' a Starving Spider,
She began clasping her tongue like a cherry coated Cannibal's Earlobe
at 10,000 feet and plunging,
a delicacy at
Terminal Velocity,
as Van Gogh's Ear became Amelia's Heart,
the Sun
a Giant Grasshopper Goddess,
turning
teardrops into Raindrops at the Speed of Night
until Her Eyes Opened like Nefertitis Coconut Shell Ouija Board
and the
the Sky went whooshing in marmalade of Crystal Zephyrs in Lightning
cast like Cobra's Skin on Cinderella's Ailerons,
her Glass slipper now a Ball and chain,
the Perpetual Silence of her Immortal Scream,
suspended in the Air,
for all the Angels to hear, She caromed towards the Pearly Gates,
just like Mother said She would, the Cherubim draped in blood red silk of the Ocean,
She barrel Rolled like Hemingway's Beer Stein,
her altimeter howled One Million,
the
blueness beyond all blueness wrapping itself around her
Skeleton as if it was the
the Milky way pearled on Gods tongue, her mind illuminated by the Promise of Death,
Winged Ancients, circling like Leukocytes,
the Trapeze of Nirvana, that dissolution of the solid ground,
Vertigo in the Boulevard of Vaporous Void,
iridescent engines, glowing purple and pink, red flames o f
her Mothers face shining down from the Toystore Moon,
laughter in her
Peacock's Smile,
the Calculations of Daedelus chirping on the Tranceiver,
as the Universe
grew another Eye
in her Ear,
a Parrot in her Heart, a Wing where her Brain had been and
She became the Abracadabra Phoenix ,
a Paradox of Solitude at High Altitude
her Ovaries hovering above the World like the ghost of Socrates,
her heart a hurricane of
living hieroglyphics,
teardrop tornado bathing her Snowflaked Eyelashes
as the Engines Revved the Blue Noise of
Ten thousand and 1 Arabian Sundials, her Shadow on the Ground
shining in
the tantrums and doldrums and the
Amnesia of an Anonymous G-d
pendulum of the ouroboros swings in her Gyroscope,
at 99.9999999% the speed of Perpetual Motion,
as crazy her flesh descended around the Lilies, Monet and Manet clucking like
dizzy Queens of Digital Dragonflies,
her wisdom, The Map, the Toolbox all Gone,
a Greek Chorus of
fireflies zinging through the Ether Substrate
into the
endoplasmic reticulum of her central processing Larynx,
a strange lobster faced shadow suddenly emerged from her Stomach and,
gathering its momentum in the purple vortex of God's Laughter,
plunged into the Ocean of Unfinished Daydreams,
as her parachute popped open like a grasshopper's Prayer shawl
and she entered Purgatory, on an Orbit of Jules Verne's Amnesia,
completely Invisible, the Boomerangs of 10 million Sorcerers circling her Watery Grave
as if they were hurled by Zeus towards Cafe Procope on La Rue De L'Ancienne Comedie, when,
SUDDENLY!
Mid Flight, She hatched an N Dimenion Polyhedron
through a Sky made of Dead Men's Whispers as
She saw her face reflected in a
single Tear,
the Devil's Moon, shining in penumbras of Chromium, the
Landing Strip appeared,
a jugular vein of black noise,
an Island of Imaginary Beings,
her Wings ignited in periwinkle
dream smoke, her
cat eyes
the SPirit of the Free tailed Bat
chasing Superman down the Radio in her Ear,
Valkyrie poetry shining from the cage of Einstein's purple Moon, as
her Empress feathers bristled,
buttercups of 12 dimension Hallelujahs winged around her Memory,
circling
in a thousand whispers,
the Radio Cackling, Orson Welles voice turning Cartoons into Space Opera,
her Body smacked the Hydrogen Ceiling and
the Universe began
chanting her Name,
Amela, Ophelia, Adagio, Imagio,
the Ghost of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelly
began writhing like Frankenstein's tongue
on a Coral Reef in Davy Jones Locker
the moment the Warning Light purple like Agatha Christie's third eye,
Icarus appeared and Amelia
smirked, realizing instantaneously,
the Engine had failed
"Oops",
She heard herself laughing madly,
and plummeted like Isaac Newton's Apple
into the graveyard where Lady Godiva, sipping Tea in the Labyrinth
was polishing the Minotaurs' Hooves,
her Tomb of Feathers glowing with Landing Lights of
of the Unknown Country
as her flesh dissolved like Sugar into the Dead Earth,
her legs buckling into
gnarled sticks, her hair turned to Roots by the Hummingbird colored Brook of stones,
her Grandmother's Robins Egg smile curved
in mid utopian Kansas, where, in
the Language of Cloud Fairies, She once nursed a fledgling
Owl Elf
into health, and in that moment of Otherworldly Coincidence,
her Fuselage --- constructed from broken
Bones and Tinfoil Hats, Wires and ball bearings,
ignited into Roman Candles on the edge of the Crying Sea, the Cherubim racing Amelia
to the bottom of a Simple space Time Curve,
and She heard herself laughing
at her own Corpse in the Mirror,
woosh woosh woosh, a perfect knuckleball
down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
into the Pacific,
Lagoon by Lagoon, She was
Lady Icarus at last, her Waxen wings melting into
opposite of a Birthday Cake,
a trillion Mechanical Birds
spiralling around her Broomstick,
ten thousand Devils giggling,
a Bonfire of her Curtained Flesh, the Cannibals
raced to lick her bones
into the Green Hell,
the Storm God was waiting
with her Luggage,
She peered through her Goggles and discovered
Houdini circling the Maternity Ward on a Bicycle,
his Purple Heart
Pirouetting in the Void,
a Trillion UFO's
glowing in the Holographic Hieroglyphics,
the
Rocket to INfinity stood waiting,
Central Atlantis,
full fathoms five,
as the Dolphins began to
Sing,
of Ballerina Amelia, tap dancing in the Empty Tomb,
her Astonishing Death amongst the Stars,
Cygnus the Swan, Cassiopeia plucking her Eyelashes on Olympus,
the Phoenix curled in a Matchstick in her Wet overalls,
every Sparrow Falling began to Rise against
the Lilies of the Field as the Universe blushed
like a
Tiger's mouth, Peacocks gathering in slow motion
around her Mechanical
Eggshell, singing lullabies to the Universe in twelve thousand languages
simultaneously,
there on the Dashboard of Her Death Zeppelin,
or was it a Tree House?
In the Fog, when the Misted Dragonsbreath
washed her Landing Gear in tears of Rattlesnakes,
She climbed INside Out Mountain in fugues of Lift and Drag, Momentum,
Velocity, trajectory, acceleration
pure theory, now her Spine was a Straight Line
humming strange music at the bottom of the Ocean,
the Chandelier of Lunatic Seas was swaying
like Josephine Baker's nipple ring, Paris 1920's
Orville Wright was placing a bicycle at the Top of the Arc d' Triomphe
waiting for Godot, Sysyphys and Sartre to
arrive at the Summit and find Amelia laughing and Crying at the same Time,
clutching a Propeller
the way Jean d'Arc clutched her Crucifix,
Ezekiel rising in the Mirage, cartwheels near the whitecaps of synchronicity
she'd read about in the Bottomless Fern near
Tunguska, 1908. SHe'd only
just arrived, and just like that, the Immortal
Lao Tzu pulled a Trilobyte from inside his Thirty Thousand Year old Picnic Basket
and turned hurled it into the Sky,
Center Field in Area 51,
Babe Ruth's jaw dropped, She slid for home,
a Watery Grave in the Frenzied Reaches of Incomprehensible Space,
her Smile a necklace of Supernovae
winging its way
into the darkness of the Human Heart,
where
She discovered a tribe of
the Blue Elephants chasing each other through the quadratic complexity of the
Sky,
Whale's burps echoing deep in the Spiral Chorals as She plucked a
Strange flower from her
Mermaids' Womb,
ten thousand aquamarine Songbirds broke into the Song of
Gaia, Isis, the Horned Goddess herself
shining in the Ten trillion pieces of her Makeup Mirror,
and She began to howl,
boomerangs of her Infinite Weirdness into the dark starry night,
Independence Day, Infinity
and Jazz of Archangeles chasing
Imaginary Beings through the Speakeasy of
the stratosphere As She herself Cackled, cracking toothy monologues towards
the Necklaced Night,
the Emptiness as if her own Mind
was a Jigsaw puzzle --- kidneys and ligaments,
lungs and carburetors,
wrought iron wires, magnetos, radar chirping in her Ovaries,
one thousand and one Magic Carpets,
Kept on a Jar in the Zodiac of Madame Blavatsky's Medicine Cabinet,
ten thousand light years and
ten trillion Swans with Green afterburners,
her skeleton King Konging the Empire State like
She herself was Tarzana of Mars, her Face a Post modern Picasso
the Flight Map of Guernica,
her Heart a Bomb
She could only drop Twice
as She
barrel rolled through the Spacetime Continuum,
just as Einstein and Newton and Galileo had predicted,
the Ten thousand housewives of
Yesteryear
gathered pyrhitte in a Field of silence and Wheat,
the Thunderclouds began chirping,
She heard Emily Dickinson talking backwards at the Pearly Gates,
She
heard the Dolphin Song pause, the Valley of the Shadow of Death
began to look like the white sand of Tahiti,
Paul Gaugins ghost arrived and removed a Sword from her Lungs, and
ten thousand Cannibals burst into applause
as her Ear became a Heart and her heart, Filet Mignon,
the Fuselage kept whispering it's Monstrous
Lies through every second Skin, every moment in the SKy, White Gold raging
into Oscar Wilde's wine cellar,
the top of the Sky, she was the
Jean d'Arc of Atchison Kansas, there would be
endless Centuries of unanswered prayers,
Question marks like Vampire fangs on her Shoulderblades, as
Cinderella's Propeller turned back into a Pumpkin,
her Boots winged like Mercurys Tongue,
Daedelus singing to her from the Dark Side of the Moon,
once again, She banked into the Void and entered the
a Church of Flesh Eating Daisies, her
flowery Freckles flocking in constellations of Unfinished Thought,
ten thousand days
barnstorming the Necropolis
like a Fish circling the top of the Sea,
the Sun, became her INvisible Mother, her Womb pulsing with
Wild Turbulence, the Western Sky a Trampoline,
her Baby Steps equal to Neil Armstrongs,
the Sea of Tranquility shimmering like a Mirage
of Endlessness, Times Square, where
She, the Woman and Her Machine roared,
Citizens like Mannequins paused over Manholes,
No Eagle, No Eyrie, no Altocumulus, No Zephyrs,
her flesh like a field of Wheat,
Crows and Ravens, the Apostles of Doom, laughing
at her Bones,
the World of Mice and Men, a Mausoleum of Memory
that had nothing to do with Her, nor could it Ever.
Barn Owls
Owls hooting WHO, WHO WHO, until the End of Time,
as She,
Amelia, the Wind, the Ear, the HEart, her
her Athenian crown
leapiing from Zeus forehead fully clothed,
her Goose down tongue like a Red carpet leading to the Beginning of Time,
as She burped the Seven Chinese brothers, Smiled like a Sphinx
lowered the flaps and chased ten thousand Emperors
into the Setting Sun,
Kamikaze Mama, the Crimson Baroness, wings scarred in scarlet starlets,
now, her only nightgown, Human Imagination,
one final pop of her Skull on a Crystal Blue Wave,
at 120 miles per Crucifixion, Her skin,
Sharkfood,
this is Her Body, this is her Jetfuel,
goodnight, America, Amelia has reached escape Velocity,
and the Night Sky has become a Theatre,
Center Stage, AMelia
pirouettes like a feathered serpent into the labyrinth of
her Own Name --- an Ear, a Heart, pulsing
as the Sirens sang,
Ophelia stargazes into a Water Lily,
the Audience Gasps
and She's Gone.
But not Entirely. Women never Leave, entirely.
*
She leapt out of Kansas like a Grasshopper in Moon Goggles,
the Sudden rush of Nothingness and burst
into a Fireball at the edge of the
Tarmac, She jumps out, crescent wrench and red wine,
She Verbs the Filigreed Fugue in Hypnotic Stellar Vertigo,
Icarista of the Soft Blue Fire,
her Tongue a Phosphorescent Choir, strung into the Chiraco
on a glimmering rush of lovelorn dandelions whose jeweled thermals
trip the Rain Green lightning of Night into a Bioluminscent Lyre,
This incandescent Albatross,
skimming leprechauns from the
meadows of Her Western Eye, he turbine a fevered snatch turning cartwheels in a rose placenta
writhing like Jesus on a Thorns of Gods madness plucking the Angels
in the Atmosphere, her Mouthless Dream exhaling a seven layered
Skin taut with Sapphire Rivets, in the foggy
Darkness where her Symmetries flutter in a Butterfly skein,
every capillary of her Imaginary life igniting
as She wraps herself in a Prayer Shawl --- She, by the Windowsill of SHangri La,
dragonfly curled in her Ovaries, the
Primadonna Argonaut wingwalking across the Emptiness
the White Noise of her Serpent feathers rocking
Sleeping Beauty in bursts of turquoise Oscillations, as
She steps into the sky,
disappears into
Unasked Question, Flamingos Flamenco, coconuts contrails,
and She crashes like a Broken Wineglass,
face first, her Smile
bloodied by the Zero Gravity of "OOPS, I pressed the wrong button",
the Phoenix cracks like a hard boiled
Cobra into the Junkyard of her Heart,
She, a Scarecrow squawking Eternal blasphemies, began to emit
a single diode, the
Eye of a Cyclops bursting into
and in Cerebral Fission, Geopoliticus Child enters the Landing ZOne,
Hummingbirds hovering in her Ultraviolet Heart, i the
Uncertainty of that Dragon Winged Dawn, the sunburst it's Crystal Sephiroth
Of whirligigs into the Lost Wind,
a Molecule of the Infinite Mystery balancing her Teardrops
in the inkwell of Her Nameless Silent Immaterial Essence, the last Light
levitating its shadowy nest of algorithmic calculations
of the Quark of an IMaginary G-d in Exponential reverberations of a
Butterfly singing its seventh Chrysalis into the Corn Blue Cupcake Castle Sky,
her Ear, Her Heart, her Earth, a Mother of Thermodynamic Placentas
suspended in the Djinni gathering their Photons from a Bed of Sugar coated Rainbows
the Night that hears the Turning of the Atmosphere, and the Madness chases
its pain through the
crescent wrench growing like a lobster claw inside your SNow White Hand,
archangels nested like Sunburnt Orchids in the Golden Cherry Blossoms of her Hair,
as the Parachute of Cherubim begins opening in the Jetstream in reverse,
Secrets of the Starling in the Emptiness of the Supernovae Curtain
in every Weathervane She traces, Pharaohs in the Sparrows Arrows over
Strange dogs gazing at the Knotted Angels of a feathered Human mind,
her Smile like liquid
Sunshine, the Eyelids of a Seagull, paraphrasing Don QUixote as her
body becomes a Windmill of Erotic Parasailing in the Lapis lazuli of Imaginary
Beings, as the Dream secretes it's Sweet Amnesia in the
curtains of her Shield,
this Lady Lazarus, some
MOther Goose in Aerodynamic Drag, Wings stretched open like a Uterus,
her Song sung in lowness of Solitude,
inhaling Constellations, vapors of Unnamed Beings, a Mouth full of Pearls
that can never sleep,
her heart an Oyster, purple like a Turtle Tongue,
standing in Flags of iridescent shimmering, her Own SKin,
frail as a Skein of tangled knots, paused
in the Electron Shells of an Ordinary Street, every Word a Syntax Error
that has not even been discovered,
Times Square where they have painted her Face in a Shade of
Cerulean Blue
woman is the Icing, they Scream,
Woman is the Cake that needs no Icing,
Woman is a Spoon, Woman is the Reflection
curved
like Sappho's smile into
the Western Wind, snowflakes gasping for breath as She passes
through the Thunder in an unspoken Name, a
***
Valkyrie of the Lost World, her body a Treetop fingering the Clouds
Night Sky in it's perfect Darkness, was a dish of Milk
placed in her table by a Strange Machine, curled in her Lap, hovering
as a Hummingbird rises through the tide of Indian War Bonnets, She
quotes herself, quoting, It was Many an Many a Year Ago,
In a Kingdom by the Sea
that a Maiden there
Flew
as if She Knew
She shared the Skies in a clever disguise,
wandering the Skies, ten million Eyes of that Ghost Poe loved as the love
of lost Lenore, the Annabelle Lee,
whose Heart is a Maelstrom and song of the Sea that
Nurses the Wounds of Christ in the strange Ink, as
Lightning strikes her Tinfoil wing, Her name escapes
through the drapes, like a Kite of
Quill and Feather, Paper as Empty as Hemingway's Coffee Cup,
or Mae West's Leather brassiere,
She who struts on Tarmac in Timbuktu, Parisian Butterflies still wet on her Tongue as
Neptune disguised as an
ALbatross slithers a Slice of the Moon into her Coconut Shed Bed, a Coral Reef
under her Pillow, her
nightmare gliding into the Grass Hut, the Macys of central Xanadu, the Night She
heard a strange clanking in Her Mechanical Scapula and
laughed to Herself and then suddenly Waltzed like the Bride of Heraclitus,
into Atlantis,
where She became a Kamikaze Bodhisattva hovering in Times Square
the moment Einstein disappeared into the Empire State Building
and emerged as Charlie Chaplin wind surfing on the Bermuda Triangle
in the center of a Superconducting Ouijja Board somewhere near
Tesla's Imaginary Friend, juggling moon rocks in Solvay, 1927,
where, Portuguese Doppleganger, was reading the News to Gavril Princip
who merely winked like a Cue Ball, a Yellowy Shine that made her feathers bristle, Her
Tongue curled into a Non Euclidean Flute, and the Opera continued
as if by design, her Rhyme scheme timed
like a Hot Air Balloon floating across the Acropolis,
Zeus and Hera would have to agree,
They began their chatter, the Gods,
at the moment her wheels left the ground
Haunting the Reeds with her chirping Felicity, a cup of Moonrock Tea,
when She wakes, a Cat of Shadows in the Birdcage, Quantum Ghosts plumed with Green Fairy
chiarascuro of Interstellar Cinderella's Ailerons,
She burns, a Meteoric phosphorus in her Fuel Tank,
her Broomstick spiked with the pyrotechnic madness of her Secret Admirer, Houdini
who taught her how to leap like Prometheus, out of the Mirror, and
off the Rock of Mortal Wisdom and enter, camoflaged as a Nightingale
into the Apocalyptic calypso of a Spacetime Curve She traces in the Emptiness of the Sky,
Ouroboros in the Stratosphere, every Pulse in the Vowel of her
Witch Flesh trembling, She laced her Boots and Stepped into the Constellations on
octaves of Capillaries, quoting Emily Dickinson to Stage an Audience of disembodied
Shakespeare's, their Ghosts circulating Stories the people on the Ground
would never believe, until the Moon
sits in her lap and begins Yodeling, She is at the Zenith
of the Nadir, an Ostrich in a Speakeasy, her Dapper Flapper glittering with Rhinestone
Meteorites, She smiles and Your own Face
disappears,
her Jawbone catches a Thermal and her hair begins to Billow
in the Smithy of a Betty Boop cartoon, She exhales a Geometrical Orchid as
a treble of Bird Faced Women gathering God drunk Electrons in the Orbital Shells of
her Heat Seeking Dewdrops, her Skull like a Vultures Mask howling fevers around
scarlet Temples of Tempests turning Crosswinds, the Conjunction of the Coincidence,
the Number Line begins to Shimmer in her Fingerprints,
the Cloud is a Wing of candied bird breath, Golden Silver Platinum Bronze,
the Utopian Dystopia,
Isaac Newton's Apple, PI, the Redshift of the
into Blues songs on the Edge of the tracks where Leadbelly whispers
the Lords' Prayer to a passing Tornado, Kansas, 1920's,
Steinbeck and Hemingway are playing Russian Roulette with her Babies,
Strange Equestrians that gallop on hot coals at Christmas time, when her
daydreams erupted in doppler Shift phantasms,
the Electromagnetic Sky, Sky by Sky,
tesseracts of Non Local
Acrobats Chirped, like a gyroscopic Xylophone in her Butterfly Mandibles,
She --- above Mount Everest, on the dark side of the Moon,
Rang doorbells to the Genie that nests in the Willow Tree,
as the twinkling of a Mockingbird's eye ignites like
Mozart's freckles in the Sheet music of ALtocumulus clouds,
her Ovaries barrel Rolling towards the Uterus of Infinite Darkness, a Bolt of Lightning
strikes an Eerie Echo in the Skeleton, mid - flight
a constant exhalation of the Cerulean Constellations and the Kundalini of Perpetual Motion
slithering down upon Her Sundial Spine,
haunted Transcendental Effervescence,
breathless leather lunged Eagles torchlit in her Reverie, Hangar doors open
and the Clock that Counts it's
Vampires by the Verbs tick tick tock tocks the Prayers of Stillborn Icarus,
and She hears her silent Rowing,
Madame Ulysses, suspended animation of the Swan, the arch of Her neck
bent down towards the champion of her Soul,
a Bumblebee balancing ten thousand Universes in
a polka dot, Sunlight that splashes on her Flesh
like the Ghost that Lives upstairs, a Winged Tomato soaked in Radioactive Imagination,
the Catacombs of
Phrygian Jabberwocky, Amelia in Wonderland, tying Emily Dickinson's boots
for breakfast, gazing at Annie Oakly
Upside Down in her sun bleached Hair,
the Trick Shot that made the Red Baron blush, his bloodshot eyes
weeping tears into an Imaginary Cyclone,
She pressed the Ignition and set flaps to 30%
and Escaped into the Telephone Call that had no Beginning or Middle or End,
Flight of the Songbird,
into what remains of God's Freedom, The Wind.
at that Moment,
when the Sunflower opened her Mouth and swallowed
her pet Junebug, the Philosopher's Moon, her heart
became an Empty Tomb, Jesus,
Walked on Water, but could he Fly? Tempt not the Lord, thy Co Pilot,
She smirked, torque wrench and a bottle of Wine,
Lilies laughing like wordcrushed daisies in the darkness of
her brilliant Disguise,
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley having Tea with a Monster,
10,000 feet in the Sky, where the
Star Spangled Swan Wings of her Newborn Mind,
Sleepwalking in Silence, Adagio, Imagio,
Que Sera, Sera, the Lavender Leviathan
laughing like a Violin vaulted in Paganini's Grave, the moment the
ground broke open
and She leapt out of the Grave, raced on legs of a Mantis Queen of Zanzibar and entered
the Synesthesia of Sea Foam Faced Orphans tracing
a Peregrine falcon in paraoxysms of the WIgwam Watusi that swings the Ten Trillion
lightbeams of an Ordinary Yellow Polka dot across the
eldritch garden, Garden of Stars,
where She has planted the Seeds of an Upside Down Bluebird,
her Eyelids are paused mid Sentence, the World disintegrating into a
a Catacomb of Color Blind Ziggurats Ten thousand
Zeppelins hovering like Cuckoo Clocks above the New Jersey SHore,
her face pressed up against the Window, like an Elephant Princess,
wondering,
what could She do, She was nothing more than a Twelve Faced Schoolgirl,
her Jewelry Box was full of screwdrivers, her
Eyes were Radar tracking Hindenberg and the Lindbergh Baby,
as Orville and Wilbur Wright
passed like tumbleweeds through a Field of Metallic Ballerinas, those
fire Queens who nurse the dead, in the bloodstained roses of
Flanders Field, their fingertips
grasping for Stars slinking in Cobra coils, down towards their
Bellies, the Three Wierd Sisters are
quilting a Wing from the Parts leftover from Pandora's Box, and She
eats the Summer Rain,
her name bubbling in the Treetops, they Laugh
like Minnows in Jet Fuel, her feet appear on the Street
like Talons, clawing at the cobblestone,
the Model T is like a Funeral Hearse to her,
She mentioned to the Italian Aristocrats hoping to get back to Paris
before Midnight,
their eyes spinning like Propellers in the Zero Gravity of her
Jaw, that strange Helen of Troy
who didn't need a Thousand Ships,
but only one Cockpit,
a Wing and a Prayer, and She could teach them all,
what it meant
to Win a War,
somewhere over the South Pacific, when
nobody --- not even Nostradamus was looking and the White Sand
of Fiji was
like a Prayer Shawl, and every Tear she ever wept
became a Monsoon in the eyes of a Starving Cannibal, and
She ... could take them, put them under her Umbrella
as if it was a Billionaire's Hat, and shimmer into the distance and
none of them would Ever know Who She was,
where She was going, or what would happen
the moment She began to Speak,
Vaudeville be Damned, She was the Aeronautical Priestess,
the Aviatrix Mime,
barnstorming La Rue de L'Ancienne Comedie,
buzzing King Kong's Halo, laughing at Faye Wraye,
as the Mortal Women stuck at their Sewing Machines
would gaze at the Flies trapped in Cobwebs and listen,
Magic Beans inside their Radios screaming Im So Lonesome I could Cry, as
Amelia,
connected her Ear to her Imaginary Heart and
began to Circle the Sky, shrieking a thousand Octaves of Onomatopoeia,
the Amphitheatre of the Antideluvian Ark, Noah rolled over
in the Empty Tomb and said
"Wow, those look like Landing Lights",
as the Ravens went back to the Grass and
tried not to Caw. Quote the Technical Manual,
as She floated into the Landing Strip,
touchdown in the Graveyard at Dusk, Ghosts were putting on their Capes
as the Wind commanded her to Undress,
and Lady Godiva handed her
the Crown of Broken Mirrors and Hapshepsut appeared,
her laughter Boomeranging across the Spacetime continuum,
Ten Thousand Constellations
applauded, their Photons like the Freckled Osiris,
spiraling on the Tethys Sea as if his Famous Last Words were a Message in a Bottle,
dropped into the River, where Isis was nesting in a
sheath of wild Papyrus, Horus
confused by the Sound of Engines in the Twilight,
the world Flattened by Her Smile, Columbus corpse quieted
by a Souvenir from Kansas, a Postcard marked
Return to Sender, Amelia,
just laughed and disappeared into Area 51.
the Ladybug Larksong,
like a voice of the Living G-d spoke, it's
Vowels suspended like the Famous Last Words of Dorian Gray, her
Mirrored singsong a Cyclotron
of the Hieroglyphic Muses of her Otherworldly Mind,
until suddenly
Twice Upon the Windowsill, Once upon a Chime,
where her Earth Ears sang a Reverse Osmosis Symphony
of chinese checker protozoan
church bells chanting algorithmic Anti Gravity Angelicals
through the
perpetual motion of a barefoot Cowgirl waltzing towards the Labyrinthine Mind
on a Magic Carpet Eyelash through the Oasis in the Unimagined Eye as the Mirage
of Magic Gametes trapped a Parallelogram of Alleles in the Lily pond of Seraphim
dwelling near the
Clear blue sea of St. Tropaz, hallelujah, She paused:
I will disappear into the Everlasting Me,
into the Bottom of the Marianas Trench, One Atom at a Time,
into the Temple of Atlantis,
where they Turn the Dream world into Light,
Socrates and the Bodhissatvas, Mission Control,
Whats the ETAC? Latitude, thy name is Woman,
twelve Hours,
Twelve Greek Gods,
None of them know what Time it is
in the Garden of Eden.
E=MC2? Let there Be Light.
Einstein, thy name is Einstein, to a Nunnery. The light is Too Bright,
There will be no Miracles, 1937,
Statistically Speaking, in terms of Calculus and Rocket Science and
Charlie Chaplin, dashing towards the Lorelai,
Gutenberg und Goethe, Bach, Mozart Beethoven, that's all.
Gutte Nacht, sleep well,
O wait.
A Pigeon in the Grass, alas, Amelia? Maybe Gertrude Stein was
right. Dali was a Bicycle. Gala, an Uphill Curve,
laced with Tornadoes, Ophelia, ask Oppenheimer to let Hamlet Sleep.
The Stars, are coming out tonight. One by One,
Centuries, Amelia, you were really born in the Barn,
there wasnt any Light except a Candle,
Cattle lowing in the Fields, Cats Cradles in the Starry Ether, a Mama in the Golden Face of Night
only this, and Nothing More.
ANd then the Raven Snore, you saw the Green Bird
flutter in the Nostril of the Underbrush, an elastic Fire chasing your Eyes
into themselves,
not a Mirror, but
a Mirrored Mirror, just a certain angle of Momentum,
when the Wings tip topple to the sound of
Silence,
the Sermon on the Mount you hear a Sparrow whispering
questions to the Zephyrs
to the Breathlessness of Honey
to the Lips that glow like Molten Moonbeams
What is the Star that Croons?
The Crones' Lagoon, by the Southern Cross, there is an Archaeopteryx
paused
in a Geode, Amelia, this
is Kindergarten, when you Hear of Rasputin?
Baba Yaga, you know, has a Mysterious Hut, She keeps on her Back
it contains multitudes, a Canyon of Oscillating cantilouvers,
buttons and switches and Sundials
hat go Bump in the night
when the Pacific Ocean is a Bowl of Soup
and all you have is a Bread Crust and a Smile
but
the Natives have coconuts and love to eat White Woman Pie.
By the bonfire in the Night,
She became a Blue Tarantula, licking her Bowl, the flames tasted like Incubus Earlobes,
crackling twigs in Tantrum murmurs. Soda Pop,
Cab Calloway, her eyes tripping into Jazz of Suspended disbelief,
the place
in Kansas where the Dawn rises like a Woolly Mammoth tusk,
barbed wire and silhouettes of Indians
in the place where the Riverbed is haunted by a Thousand Flower Faced Serpents
and your body lays down on the Tide,
roots and stony caravanserai clutching your spine,
Aardvarks seeking Anteaters, the Goosedown Fantasias of Elf Leafs bowling
your Eyes Open on the edge of the Chlorophyll turning in your Mind,
rubyaits of Memory,
Proverbs of the Katydid, a Slithering hiss, the name of your Undiscovered Mother
turning in the chocolate chromium thunder of Glass in the
Quantum,
and an Antelope chasing a Supercomputer
towards the Beginning of Time,
where a Polka dot of Unfathomable Weirdness
sits on a Parallel Line,
giggling the Centuries towards a Yellow Flower near where Nostradamus
has just thought to himself
:I know, I have lost my Mind:
But, the Trees and the Leather and the WHip Or Whill's strangeface
is Not Blind, consult the Breathe
that dwells in the Dream Mine, and the Lunatic Shadow
enters the
Vine,
and an Isolated Photon carouselambras in Fields of Blue Wine,
and the Sky exhales, a tapestry of Unfathomable Phantoms
and you Open your Eyes Mid Flight,
and Yawn
Twenty Thousand Feet above
your Grave,
as you Hit the Surface of the Ocean
*
Ophelia, some gutteral Horde gathers in those Words,
knitted with stitches of Blind Men's rags,
the flotsam and jetsam of the Damned, there in the
blood darkened forests of Trier,
witch faced hurly burly, Green Fairies licking mice
from dead men's boots, an Angelical
vapor in the Glade twelve meadows from a
Rock that quotes Shakespeare to the dust motes of Stonehenge,
there,
by the Lorelai? She never learned, the Language of the Mermaids,
those Feathered Teapots
sinking copper tongues down throats of Glassy Pumice,
Vesuvius,
Icarus,
Amelia, is it Latin? She would run, her ligaments taut with endless
Suffering of her first love, Gandhi, who She knew She could have had dinner With,
if Neither one of them
burned up in Re Entry,
which
Strangely, they both Did,
Einstein kept going, turning C into C Squared, as if any One,
could ever understand That.
She knelt at the Foot of a baby bird, carried it seven miles
to feed it with an Eyedropper,
knowing She was it's Goddess, those strange Eyes
so unreadable,
not Even Einstein or Rasputin could change The Look in
The Birds Eye,
the Ear
The SKy Heart
A million Amelias? In the Middle of the Night, just disappeared one night,
disappeared?
And you think you know anything about anything whatsoever?
The Library, they taught her how to Fly.
HG Wells, Christ walking on the Sea of Galilee,
Hieronymous Bosch, Orville and Wilbur Wright.
Norman Rockwell whispered Subsonic Onomatopoeia to her Left Eye,
his Tongue like an Oyster, leaping out of the Mud,
into her
her Memory
the fields awash with Winged Caduceus,
Her Smile
hovering the Egg of the Immaculate Void,
Atcheson Kansas,
the Archaeopteryx Sleeps in the Belfry of thE Dream
