Star Knight

Star Knight

Not 

Starry 

Night

A 

star pulse. 

It's a plane, 

circle pattern. 

Sleep stranger 

on  the red  eye 

bones seat belted.

A boy in a smurf

 hat travels space. 

Me alone under covers.

He's not an unaccompanied minor,  college physics books rest in the overhead compartment.  In between a drooler and a smelly fat man. John Wayne shuts tower for Newport slumber. Rest apple buds in rows. Flaps down unaware that open eyes face swarms of bees, condor cauldron of five hundred endangered wingspans stretch on tightrope wires.  They teach vultures to clear lines with electric shock therapy because touching two worlds: heaven or grave burns Icarus. 

Comet above cabin winks.

Passing the sun during

hour the plane is given

permission to land  it

will out gas, shows a

tail to be read by a

soothsayer. I'm here

to reveal the story.

Give love, hunger

 for art, get up upon

failure, each second

goes faster, you fly

 condor with purpose

feel the sound of lift slapping 

your soul, make a picture in closed

eyes to recall on days when dark takes

longer and you think an

earthquake breaks you. 

Study and fly my son!

You can

You will.

Caroline Gerardo Copyright 12/5/2016 dedicated to my son who

has finals week in University of California. Work hard! Healthy snacks,

all night cram  isn't much sticky brain help but re- read text books and think

about connective culture and research the landscape of internet they call fake news.

Often I think paid news, and paid press writers who I once adored are influenced by circles.

 Just circles, end of sentence... be tolerant and read more.