tonight the great primordial womb
calls me back
the womb she said, “Jacob, my son, it’s time to go.”
dear lost angel please don’t cry
we did agree that we would not be eternal
although the diamond rings in your banking district
are the most precious i’ve ever seen
the rings of Saturn beckon with their greatness
yes, yes my love, i know
how delicious the curves of the lot on Paramount are
but a million platinum words spoken to all of infinity
on the silver screen cannot hold me down
my Lady Queen of Angels
host to all of God’s creations both real and false
purveyor of riots, scandals and botox
cowboys, beaches and dahlias of all colors
the great universe summons
i fall in backwards toward my youth
but not before kissing the great Pacific farewell
