extemporanea

impossible objects found in a nonfiction narrative

waft up in the cigar smoke filled room, mysterious. 

on fire, the technomad struts in all serious.

circumnavitgating earth, one sail already out the door,

unable to touch the thing, every sense on the floor,

together they launched a thousand adventures. 

stars mixed with satellites in the dark sky night.

two forms cast in the same mold set infrathin. 

the cutter, the body…

hurdy gurdy woman, hedy and gertie take flight.

grounded mother and the adventurer that lost her footing. 

once the desert queen, once the island temptress,

a medley of extemporanea longing for time and space. 

life’s glorious cycle demands respect in the perfumery.

lemon and mango jogged the mind of a certain memory.

was it lived? was it true? was it a power move?

ask the woman with multiple pseudonyms. 

decent into the scent of the altar becoming the other,

alter ego… altered reality divinely absorbing the masculine.

rolling on her thigh, La Gloria in comment and song,

the utimaite part played fine from every orifice. 

off to roam once again the technomad chose electric.

crazy trains to the orient on the uberman’s sleep cycle,

he crested the butte the ship is capsized she goes mute

pull it together darling night is falling when you wake up,

you are all alone…