Little Wing 1968

by Jimi Hendrix

Well she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that's running round

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and fairy tales

That's all she ever thinks about

Riding with the wind.

 

When I'm sad, she comes to me

With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free

It's alright she says it's alright

Take anything you want from me,

anything.

 

Fly on little wing,

Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing 

 

Aquanetta is a fictional character from my yet unpublished novel titled Bottomless Sky

 Epidermis

Aquanetta’s molting again

Crossing to another

Side of herself

Another country

She’s not starting over

But starting again

Her insanity (I believe) is inspired

She knows she’s ready

So she takes it 

Freedom

Lovers ask

Why she has

Wings tattooed

Inside her thighs

She replies  

If you need to ask

You’ll never know

Aquanetta says

My omphalos is free

Though the creature

Between wings is

Too big to fly

I’m too ambitious to settle

For walking

Too defiant for declivity

For skin

She’s shifting to some place

She has no access to 

But is bound for

Stories are consequential

She is simultaneously 

Here and gone

Releasing habits and duty

Liberation is philosophical

Escape is redemptive

Dark episodes provide opportunities

To excogitate

Struggle

Create

At the edge of a precipice

Machinating an overthrow of identity

This woman without fear

Is learning to play with lions   

It wasn’t bloodline and family

Or dynasty she needed to escape

It was bloodstream

Social DNA

Trouble

In mind

Transbluesency  

Her cocoon was self-loathing

Her wings narcissistic 

She decided on a single name like Madonna

Prince

Sting

Medusa 

As protest and to occupy

Her skin