DEATH ANGEL

Chet from Simi valley
Ventura, California
had a sanguine sense
of adventure
having a bag of creamsicles
and pickles tied
to his motorcycle
always virile and hungry
in his Levi jeans
pretending to be a side arm
in the counter culture
of James Dean
now turned sixteen
has a near fatality
and head injury
a casualty of Hollywood
the shrink said of his miracle
of being alive
to relive our thinking tale
of the goggle-eyed soul
always with a smile
lying in a sickly stupor
for a weekend
Chet without a scream
until his ill mishap recovery
by Jupiter
without a thermometer,
from his dazed day dream
his younger sister Jennifer
who works to save animals
from the zoo
paints on Chet
her angel of death tattoo
with a hammer and sickle
for their grandfather's karma
in the old country
as he left for Tibet
after being nearly dead
to see the Dalai Lama
then off to Bali
floating under the radar
in a tiny jet plane he built
rigging up his propeller
off in the Hawaii islands
reaches the controls
vanishes in the wrong sky lane
winds up in the highlands
of the Scottish plain,
Jennifer e mails him back
from her emptied train
takes out money
from the bank teller
and joins him on the plateau
with her rescued furry cat
from the hurricane
of New Orleans
renamed Stella
after the futurist painter
and modernist,
for all life is connected
to the avant garde,
nothing can hurt us
even though what's rife
seems hard
we have a knife
to cut bread
even for the lonely bard.