Fly to Saudia

the x-rayed cloud turned its back
to become one of Hassan's visionaire
dragons
gardenously
pinched
caressed by the sun
packed
delivered
unraveled

& through Citadel's structures of sand
the tail
needled
its way
to where
the tongue only knows
to which
the birdtalk
relates to

"fly to Saudia!" - queer cherub exclaimed
explained:
"Boys, you're all oh so pretty in red..."
the fire moon's high in the ninth house
the seventh
the sixth
& the first one
is
jammed
w/ Aquarius...
the Jupiter's ring on your finger...
the starchild...

what's your birth sign, pretty...

...that astrological
mojo handin'...
...that prophet's
cakewalk
shit
talk...

& his hair like spinnin' Cadillac wheels
one vine eye perched
hands like the carburetor...

equatorial rain falls...

the poppy kite's in
immortal
flight
& Saudia
is always waiting