The Girl Made of Halos (a poem)

Rings started at her feet, on her toes, squeezing her ankles, piercing her naval and lips and nose.

She wore bare fingers.

Golden curls crowned her skull, on her scalp, surrounding her eyes, radiating her disposition and genes and pose.

They were some singers.

Hula hoops swayed on her body, on her waist, swirling her arms, curling her neck and legs and elbows.

She was a girl of swingers.

Sharing halos, halos, halos.

She floated many over her head then.

Rings ripped at her skin, on the run, shredding her cartilage, disfiguring her above and below her naval and lips and nose.

Where were her fingers?

Golden curls circled her cranium, on the ground, splotching her purple and without her smile and eyes and clothes.

Where were the singers?

Hula hoops consumed her thoughts, on her mind, altering her day and ruining her youth and body and blows.

Was she of the swingers?

Chaining halos, halos, halos.

She wears one on her finger now.

Image Citation:

• "Sad Flower Angel." Static Flickr. N.p., n.d. Web. <http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2570/4039454813_2385a3ebe3_z.jpg>.

An Ode To David Bowie

You were a starman, waiting in the sky,

An oddity in your labyrinth,

We joined your martian band,

You never looked quite the same, but we never failed to recognize you,

We'll miss your lightning struck face, Mr. Stardust,

Your art odyssey shall live on, for time can't change you.

"This is Major Tom to Ground Control,

I'm stepping through the door,

And I'm floating in a almost peculiar way,

And the stars look very different today."

We're sad to know you're past one hundred thousand miles,

And feeling very still,

We're hoping your spaceship knows which way to go without you.

This is Ground Control to Major Tom, signing off,

Your circuit is dead, and there's nothing we can do,

Caught under pressure without you,

No one could be heroes, but it was your day.

Now we jettison past your white dwarfs, a stranded crew with hopes that your blackstar will lead us through this uncertain galaxy.

**Borrowed Song Lyrics by David Bowie. (Jan. 8, 1947 - Jan. 10, 2016)**

 

                                                                      

         

                  R.I.S.

      (REST IN SPACE)

Image Citations:

• "Aladdin Sane." New Gallery. N.p., n.d. Web. <http://991.com/NewGallery/David-Bowie-Aladdin-Sane-2123.jpg>.
• "David Bowie." The Ventan. N.p., n.d. Web. <http://theventan.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/David_Bowie-06-e1357652458320.jpeg>.
• "David Bowie." Every Record Tells A Story. N.p., n.d. Web. <http://everyrecordtellsastory.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/david-bowie-by-masayoshi-sukita-at-snap-gallery-keep-that-lectric-eye.png?w=700>.

What Book Am I? (a poem)

looking like Genesis, acting like something missed,
skyscrapers rose in the world, toppling in his mind,
taking no name but his own, defying original description,
shooting questions with a semi-automatic mouth, functioning in rapid privacy,
welcoming the unwelcome, dethroning gods from foundation,

H.ad conundrums as his norm,
Robed in a dull fabric,
Overwhelmed by his own creation,
Advanced without advancement,
Rested in his run,
Killed even the sun,

He knocked down walls to build up with rubble.

A. Rebel Acting Nobody's Dreams