WHEN, She --- fluttered, Wingless
photon Eyed, a pterodactyl singing Her blue Notes
through a razor sharp
propeller, her Skeleton a Kite on the String of Perpetual Motion
tangoing down vectors of
white noise, her Shadow in the Ionosphere
a Meteor whose Womb contained STars
unwinding in a nest of whiskers,
her Eyebrows ailerons of the Sunlit skull,
clouds of her Flesh billowing down towards Davy Jones Locker,
the transcendental Parachute of her Dream Uterus
pulsing like the wings of Aphrodite
suspended mid sentence,
a Voice of
the Tree Climbing cat
headed into a Bathtub, her Feathers in red rainbows
pursed
around the Children She would meet, those strange passengers
walking on Water
above this Winecolored Sea, her fingerprints curled in the Shadowy
message of Nostradamus
a Thousand Feet per second ,
her body falling into the Sleep that Has no Permanent ENding,
death,
You Strange Magician,
She thought,
You Tricked Me into this Perfect Sky
as if it was a
Liars Mouth,
studded with the hawkish eyes of whispering flamingos
Icarus
Daedelus
Mother Goose
Amelia,
You Silly Duck,
yu pressed the wrong button and
BAM
Headfirst into the Bluest Dirt,
Graveyard of Bluebeard, the Dolphins will swarm to your nipples
the Sharks will eat your Tongue,
a strange birth in the raindrops
your Wings
across the Sky,
the Whole World will WOnder
How you taught the Cannibals to Pray,
high,
dangling like Mae West
Annie Oakley with a Torque Wrench
Lady Godiva was a Mermaid,
her Legs
as Green as a Nightingales breast
that Night when the stars shined backwards and
Her throat was full of Jet fuel,
the altimeter read
SHANGRI LALALALALALALALALA
and nobody,
not even the Pearls
at the bottom of the Ocean
knew what to say,
their memories wet with her fantasias
their brain cells spinning like a compass towards the Center of her Brain,,
Tarzan Piloting her Pegasus
into the dank blue ether,
a chuckle
a SPLASH
INFINITELY AMELIA,
INFINITELY,
the Crustaceans would sing bring her Shadow back
to the streets of Kansas,
She would become as Dorothy,
a Girl
in a Tornado.
The Wizard must be Listening,
Radio Static,
the Puppet Show of a Circus in the Center of the Sky,
the Magician herself, a strange dry laugh,
Betty Grable,
waltzing whispering wilderness
of
Silence,
AMelia,
We know You Tried to Love Us
but why
o
Why
would anyone ever Go back
to Oz?
*
She,
her breath gurgling with jet fuel,
smiling slyly,
a Fox of the Sky,
leonine astral, projected her ten thousand star spangled freckles
onto the flight plan,
nodded
slapstick of Sappho,
swiveled her hips into a rotor, 90 000 rpms per Bloodlust
of the Night Sky, that phantomesque
bathing in
the Thundercloud Bubblebath,
purple and pink,
Her Face reflected in the Window,
Oxygen
Atmosphere
Nothing to Fear but Death Herself,
She laughed,
Scarecrow in her Bathroom Mirror,
the Wickedest WItch in the World,
her Broomstick
burning like the Tongue of Madame Curie,
Green and Gold hunger
clutching an Egg
Isis, She thought, would be impressed.
One could never be Under dressed
at 100000000 white knuckled teardrops dropped into the Ocean,
every one an Iceberg of Wisdom
waiting for Ulysses,
Godot could Go to Hell, the Tarmac was a Tapestry of Magic,
sinewy ligaments of the Dragonesque Architect,
talons of her toenails
shredding map after map
as the Cowardly Lion smoked a Pipe in the cabin,
his eyelids purple with lust and doubt,
the TinMan checking his rivets, the Scarecrow yawning,
Flying Monkeys in every Direction,
Toto like Cerebrus, a Three Headed Angel howling as her Engines
revved
and the Earth became
Sleeping Beauty's Pillow,
Gone.
Her Eagle eyed acumen, a keen zenith of shining parallax,
the apex of western desert
the Taj Mahal like a Mushroom under the Wing of a Hawk,
Her name next to Gandhi and Einstein,
Betsy Ross: go home,
teach your sewing machine how to walk into the Mirror,
turn your Breasts into zephyrs,
the edge of the ANvil where an Unfinished Night
is laced
like the Hymen of Heaven, and every word is
crying for its Mother,
at the tip of her Tongue, a snowflake she said,
was trying to get
to the Mooon,
*
Tick Tock, Amelia, do you swallow your Praying Mantis with Mustard?
Babe Ruth,
his bat paused against the Stadium, his eye on Los ANgeles,
waited for Amelias heart --- an Ear?
to come whooshing towards him at 90 mph,
and SWING
he Struck ,
King Midas met his Bride, her Heart a Stainless Steel baseball,
out of the park,
Where have you gone, Charles Lindbergh,
SHe smirked,
As If.
the cornfields of
She discovered the History of God was written in strange ink,
the Crop Circles tracing
diamonds and sapphires,
Jeweled footprints of that Strange Cloud Faced Messiah rushing across the treetops of
Atlantis, as if the Cyclops wor stiletto heels
,and breathed the Fire breath
of a Virgin mid Orgasm
on a Salt Rimmed Volcano Sombrero,
her Bird Skull pecking peasant eyes into Silence of the Chickadee,
her
Leather Jacket stitched with Godzilla guts,
her
Mouth as red and swollen by the Sun
as if it was the Kings favorite Tomato,
and She,
the Strange Branch curled
down toward the grown,
dripping pennies into Wonderland, the Rain
became her secret Playground,
the Scent of Nothingness at 20,000 Feet
the Invisible People belowe her Now,
The Moon Jumped Over the Moon,
her Enemies, their flesh of knotted cotton curled into a jigsaw puzzle of boredom,
Her shoulders strutted with the carbon fiber,
Jules Verne passing her a Bottle of Wine,
the Pacific Ocean as blue as the Belly of Mary Magdalen
She wondered
Twin Twelve Eyed Spider Queens
wandering the Aquamarine
secret to perpetual motion,
Spanish Rainbows by the Night of Transylanian
Pirate Earlobes where She began screaming
velocity Mirror,
the Song of the Flame Throwing Baroness,
Swanlike Paeans twinkling the Fantom
*
of Aphrodite's Twelfth Favorite Pharaoh
floating in the Slow Motion Woah Zone in a Koan Haunted
Mandelbrot of Dolphin Tears cycling through a Bodhissatva Burp
in the center of the Beer Scented Ionosphere
as the Sky opened wide like Methuselah's Grandmothers
jelly bean belly machine, and Ten Trillion Pomengranite
Faced Stereograms burst in the Song at the moment
She gave birth to herself,
Hera and Zeus,
leapt in a Prometheus shadow of the WHite Desert Sand drifting
cloud to cloud,
a Tesla Coil Shroud of the Dreams that were found on the Banks of the
River curled around the Apple Tree in the Ten Flames of Absolute silence as
She heard the engine
mutter
a butterfly chasing falling toast through Marmalade shaped Storm G0ds
moving towards a Wizards Eye across the desert in a Green Banana Hat
as the hurricane tricked a Pizza Pie into spinning across the Universe,
Centripeta Force, the Pizza landed in a Galaxy composed of Cannibals with broken hearts
and The Equation that made the Dead Gods laugh suddenly
appeared inside the Ear of Calilgulas' Lost Pterodactyl
and the Circus Leapt in a frothy sheen of Electric Blue Sea Green Tambourines
into the
garden of Wild Mermaids
and She
barrel rolled into the Empty Mirror at
20,000 feet and falling,
Raindrops and Teardrops and Jet Fuel Oh My,
Orville Wright drifting by with a can of moon petroleum as the
Gravity became like London Fog and her Talons
clutched a strange clockfaced barn owl,
Scream by scream she descended
waving at the tourists as if they were made of
wood and rubber,
an army of saints gathered
around her Earhart,
and She,
the great Amelia,
burst into Song
and landed
like a Ladybug
in the Yellow Brick Road somewhere
near Saturn.
She sat down, dusted off her Gyroscope
and fell asleep in the middle of outer space,
just where She thought She one day would,
ten thousand hurricane faceted diamonds drifting around her in the slow motion
of Swans and the Phantomesque Miracles of Nebula
and So She waited,
clever as Molasses in a Painted Sundial,
Jules Vernes arrived, and the Cemetery exhaled a Ghostlike Girl
named Amelia,
her name as star flung and purple twilight as the green fields could see
as a
the goldmine drifted into her Eyes,
the Concave Mirror turning around and around and shapeshifting
into the Pythagorean Fantasias of Icarus,
UFO's of Praying Mantis Queen,
the Red Baron, blushing like a Vampire in heat at the sound of her freckles bursting into flame,
Orville and Wilbur Wright those madcap visigoths whispering incantations to
Madame Curie in her Shadowy flood through a city that
slept in the stars,
her Voice like a Harp above Tunguska,
singing lullabys to
Lindberghs baby,
Moon Men, the Mummeys she could never know
gathered in a Séance,
PROCUL HAREM,
their wings waxed in Daydreams
of Eucalyptus Yoyos,
***
and parallelograms of the disbelief in Everything, the crystalline
whoosh of exotic Candelabras, Mandalas of Immaculate Madness,
Sparrowhawks, TS Eliot perhaps, flapping his ears
above Van Goghs canvas, and She,
a Ghost screaming in the Hydrogen embers of a Sun,
10000 Eagle Wings
100000000 Pterodactyl Hearts,
the
tarmac a trampoline in the Salted Soup Fire of
Shangri La,
heard her Tears burst into Roman Candles
as What was left of her Left Wing, '
fell back
into the Twelve Dimension Mirror,
Oceania, Fiji like a Tombstone
white sand where Cannibals were probably shaking Seashell Totems
preparing an open pit to roast her Shadow
into a Comic Book
the year 2000, She thought, they would find her Bones
Swimming in Slow Motion towards the Louvre,
her Tongue whirling in Slow Motion,
Mona Lisa Amelia Earhart,
there could be no difference, a strange Girl that climbed the Tree
and kept going,
a Silver Tongued Sailfish seeking Solace in
the Mystery of Flight,
the Moon her Virgin Mother,
the Earth her Fathers Eye,
the falling,
a crucifixion, gravity, levity,
ailerons shaking against the sudden crush of
her descent,
her smile like a Crown of Rivets,
the Pacific her Monster,
the Radio crackling with the voice of Orson Welles
saying Silly Girl, you should have been a Boomerang,
hahaha, the Wineglass of her heart
glassy windchimes tinkling in her
Eardrums
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
photon Eyed, a pterodactyl singing Her blue Notes
through a razor sharp
propeller, her Skeleton a Kite on the String of Perpetual Motion
tangoing down vectors of
white noise, her Shadow in the Ionosphere
a Meteor whose Womb contained STars
unwinding in a nest of whiskers,
her Eyebrows ailerons of the Sunlit skull,
clouds of her Flesh billowing down towards Davy Jones Locker,
the transcendental Parachute of her Dream Uterus
pulsing like the wings of Aphrodite
suspended mid sentence,
a Voice of
the Tree Climbing cat
headed into a Bathtub, her Feathers in red rainbows
pursed
around the Children She would meet, those strange passengers
walking on Water
above this Winecolored Sea, her fingerprints curled in the Shadowy
message of Nostradamus
a Thousand Feet per second ,
her body falling into the Sleep that Has no Permanent ENding,
death,
You Strange Magician,
She thought,
You Tricked Me into this Perfect Sky
as if it was a
Liars Mouth,
studded with the hawkish eyes of whispering flamingos
Icarus
Daedelus
Mother Goose
Amelia,
You Silly Duck,
yu pressed the wrong button and
BAM
Headfirst into the Bluest Dirt,
Graveyard of Bluebeard, the Dolphins will swarm to your nipples
the Sharks will eat your Tongue,
a strange birth in the raindrops
your Wings
across the Sky,
the Whole World will WOnder
How you taught the Cannibals to Pray,
high,
dangling like Mae West
Annie Oakley with a Torque Wrench
Lady Godiva was a Mermaid,
her Legs
as Green as a Nightingales breast
that Night when the stars shined backwards and
Her throat was full of Jet fuel,
the altimeter read
SHANGRI LALALALALALALALALA
and nobody,
not even the Pearls
at the bottom of the Ocean
knew what to say,
their memories wet with her fantasias
their brain cells spinning like a compass towards the Center of her Brain,,
Tarzan Piloting her Pegasus
into the dank blue ether,
a chuckle
a SPLASH
INFINITELY AMELIA,
INFINITELY,
the Crustaceans would sing bring her Shadow back
to the streets of Kansas,
She would become as Dorothy,
a Girl
in a Tornado.
The Wizard must be Listening,
Radio Static,
the Puppet Show of a Circus in the Center of the Sky,
the Magician herself, a strange dry laugh,
Betty Grable,
waltzing whispering wilderness
of
Silence,
AMelia,
We know You Tried to Love Us
but why
o
Why
would anyone ever Go back
to Oz?
*
She,
her breath gurgling with jet fuel,
smiling slyly,
a Fox of the Sky,
leonine astral, projected her ten thousand star spangled freckles
onto the flight plan,
nodded
slapstick of Sappho,
swiveled her hips into a rotor, 90 000 rpms per Bloodlust
of the Night Sky, that phantomesque
bathing in
the Thundercloud Bubblebath,
purple and pink,
Her Face reflected in the Window,
Oxygen
Atmosphere
Nothing to Fear but Death Herself,
She laughed,
Scarecrow in her Bathroom Mirror,
the Wickedest WItch in the World,
her Broomstick
burning like the Tongue of Madame Curie,
Green and Gold hunger
clutching an Egg
Isis, She thought, would be impressed.
One could never be Under dressed
at 100000000 white knuckled teardrops dropped into the Ocean,
every one an Iceberg of Wisdom
waiting for Ulysses,
Godot could Go to Hell, the Tarmac was a Tapestry of Magic,
sinewy ligaments of the Dragonesque Architect,
talons of her toenails
shredding map after map
as the Cowardly Lion smoked a Pipe in the cabin,
his eyelids purple with lust and doubt,
the TinMan checking his rivets, the Scarecrow yawning,
Flying Monkeys in every Direction,
Toto like Cerebrus, a Three Headed Angel howling as her Engines
revved
and the Earth became
Sleeping Beauty's Pillow,
Gone.
Her Eagle eyed acumen, a keen zenith of shining parallax,
the apex of western desert
the Taj Mahal like a Mushroom under the Wing of a Hawk,
Her name next to Gandhi and Einstein,
Betsy Ross: go home,
teach your sewing machine how to walk into the Mirror,
turn your Breasts into zephyrs,
the edge of the ANvil where an Unfinished Night
is laced
like the Hymen of Heaven, and every word is
crying for its Mother,
at the tip of her Tongue, a snowflake she said,
was trying to get
to the Mooon,
*
Tick Tock, Amelia, do you swallow your Praying Mantis with Mustard?
Babe Ruth,
his bat paused against the Stadium, his eye on Los ANgeles,
waited for Amelias heart --- an Ear?
to come whooshing towards him at 90 mph,
and SWING
he Struck ,
King Midas met his Bride, her Heart a Stainless Steel baseball,
out of the park,
Where have you gone, Charles Lindbergh,
SHe smirked,
As If.
the cornfields of
She discovered the History of God was written in strange ink,
the Crop Circles tracing
diamonds and sapphires,
Jeweled footprints of that Strange Cloud Faced Messiah rushing across the treetops of
Atlantis, as if the Cyclops wor stiletto heels
,and breathed the Fire breath
of a Virgin mid Orgasm
on a Salt Rimmed Volcano Sombrero,
her Bird Skull pecking peasant eyes into Silence of the Chickadee,
her
Leather Jacket stitched with Godzilla guts,
her
Mouth as red and swollen by the Sun
as if it was the Kings favorite Tomato,
and She,
the Strange Branch curled
down toward the grown,
dripping pennies into Wonderland, the Rain
became her secret Playground,
the Scent of Nothingness at 20,000 Feet
the Invisible People belowe her Now,
The Moon Jumped Over the Moon,
her Enemies, their flesh of knotted cotton curled into a jigsaw puzzle of boredom,
Her shoulders strutted with the carbon fiber,
Jules Verne passing her a Bottle of Wine,
the Pacific Ocean as blue as the Belly of Mary Magdalen
She wondered
Twin Twelve Eyed Spider Queens
wandering the Aquamarine
secret to perpetual motion,
Spanish Rainbows by the Night of Transylanian
Pirate Earlobes where She began screaming
velocity Mirror,
the Song of the Flame Throwing Baroness,
Swanlike Paeans twinkling the Fantom
*
of Aphrodite's Twelfth Favorite Pharaoh
floating in the Slow Motion Woah Zone in a Koan Haunted
Mandelbrot of Dolphin Tears cycling through a Bodhissatva Burp
in the center of the Beer Scented Ionosphere
as the Sky opened wide like Methuselah's Grandmothers
jelly bean belly machine, and Ten Trillion Pomengranite
Faced Stereograms burst in the Song at the moment
She gave birth to herself,
Hera and Zeus,
leapt in a Prometheus shadow of the WHite Desert Sand drifting
cloud to cloud,
a Tesla Coil Shroud of the Dreams that were found on the Banks of the
River curled around the Apple Tree in the Ten Flames of Absolute silence as
She heard the engine
mutter
a butterfly chasing falling toast through Marmalade shaped Storm G0ds
moving towards a Wizards Eye across the desert in a Green Banana Hat
as the hurricane tricked a Pizza Pie into spinning across the Universe,
Centripeta Force, the Pizza landed in a Galaxy composed of Cannibals with broken hearts
and The Equation that made the Dead Gods laugh suddenly
appeared inside the Ear of Calilgulas' Lost Pterodactyl
and the Circus Leapt in a frothy sheen of Electric Blue Sea Green Tambourines
into the
garden of Wild Mermaids
and She
barrel rolled into the Empty Mirror at
20,000 feet and falling,
Raindrops and Teardrops and Jet Fuel Oh My,
Orville Wright drifting by with a can of moon petroleum as the
Gravity became like London Fog and her Talons
clutched a strange clockfaced barn owl,
Scream by scream she descended
waving at the tourists as if they were made of
wood and rubber,
an army of saints gathered
around her Earhart,
and She,
the great Amelia,
burst into Song
and landed
like a Ladybug
in the Yellow Brick Road somewhere
near Saturn.
She sat down, dusted off her Gyroscope
and fell asleep in the middle of outer space,
just where She thought She one day would,
ten thousand hurricane faceted diamonds drifting around her in the slow motion
of Swans and the Phantomesque Miracles of Nebula
and So She waited,
clever as Molasses in a Painted Sundial,
Jules Vernes arrived, and the Cemetery exhaled a Ghostlike Girl
named Amelia,
her name as star flung and purple twilight as the green fields could see
as a
the goldmine drifted into her Eyes,
the Concave Mirror turning around and around and shapeshifting
into the Pythagorean Fantasias of Icarus,
UFO's of Praying Mantis Queen,
the Red Baron, blushing like a Vampire in heat at the sound of her freckles bursting into flame,
Orville and Wilbur Wright those madcap visigoths whispering incantations to
Madame Curie in her Shadowy flood through a city that
slept in the stars,
her Voice like a Harp above Tunguska,
singing lullabys to
Lindberghs baby,
Moon Men, the Mummeys she could never know
gathered in a Séance,
PROCUL HAREM,
their wings waxed in Daydreams
of Eucalyptus Yoyos,
***
and parallelograms of the disbelief in Everything, the crystalline
whoosh of exotic Candelabras, Mandalas of Immaculate Madness,
Sparrowhawks, TS Eliot perhaps, flapping his ears
above Van Goghs canvas, and She,
a Ghost screaming in the Hydrogen embers of a Sun,
10000 Eagle Wings
100000000 Pterodactyl Hearts,
the
tarmac a trampoline in the Salted Soup Fire of
Shangri La,
heard her Tears burst into Roman Candles
as What was left of her Left Wing, '
fell back
into the Twelve Dimension Mirror,
Oceania, Fiji like a Tombstone
white sand where Cannibals were probably shaking Seashell Totems
preparing an open pit to roast her Shadow
into a Comic Book
the year 2000, She thought, they would find her Bones
Swimming in Slow Motion towards the Louvre,
her Tongue whirling in Slow Motion,
Mona Lisa Amelia Earhart,
there could be no difference, a strange Girl that climbed the Tree
and kept going,
a Silver Tongued Sailfish seeking Solace in
the Mystery of Flight,
the Moon her Virgin Mother,
the Earth her Fathers Eye,
the falling,
a crucifixion, gravity, levity,
ailerons shaking against the sudden crush of
her descent,
her smile like a Crown of Rivets,
the Pacific her Monster,
the Radio crackling with the voice of Orson Welles
saying Silly Girl, you should have been a Boomerang,
hahaha, the Wineglass of her heart
glassy windchimes tinkling in her
Eardrums
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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,
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
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
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
on a Coral Reef in Davy Jones Locker
the moment the Warning Light purple like Agatha Christie's third eye,
Icarus appeared and Amelia
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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,
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
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,
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,
her Memory
a Pearl.
No comments:
Post a Comment