Star Knight

Star KnightNot 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 duringhour the plane is givenpermission to land  itwill out gas, shows atail to be read by asoothsayer. I'm hereto reveal the story.Give love, hunger for art, get up uponfailure, each secondgoes faster, you fly condor with purposefeel the sound of lift slapping your soul, make a picture in closedeyes to recall on days when dark takeslonger and you think anearthquake breaks you. Study and fly my son!You canYou will.


Caroline Gerardo Copyright 12/5/2016 dedicated to my son whohas 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 thinkabout 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.