Aviation Buddha

On the Roof
Of the World

Even higher than
Atlas
Buddha
Sits

And raises
His Sun Glasses
With the Rising
Dew
Which welcomes
the morning
grass and fungus

Casnting a Times Shadow
On a a Sundial
In
Eden


As he
lights his Spliff
And holds communion

Rising it  like  a mornings mirrored reflection
of the sun in a turpentine puddle

His Aviator Glasses
Glisten
And Sparkle
As Concords
Discord
And
All flights
Are cancelled
abroad

And so
Sits
The
Aviation Buddha

Until he takes flight
from his seated pose
 and folded legs becomes wings
and he is launched into the
stratosphere

Navigating
the skies
like some
Old sea
Dog
 Still salted  and foaming from the sea and under the enchanted siren of Claypso
And the beautiful briny deeps

Still
Haggared
Drenched....And On s
Shore Leave
For
A
Brass  and a BREW
in
the
next
port

As the
claret
Of this
spewed
forth town

Rumbles
with the sounds
Of
Jet
Engines

And the Aviation Buddha hass
Arrived home
On the
ROOF OF THE WORLD
Atop
 and over a
mountain crest
Hung and Overhanged
among the peaks and climbs of
Everest

Still sitting
And Waiting
For Enlightement
As
He clutches his

Around The World
Ticket

And transports himself
Through
Conciousness

To the Garden

Nirvana
And the forest Shangri
and delight

But This flight has been
Cancelled
At the
Last Minute

And Buddha
Goes
to
The Executive Lounge
And orders
A whiskey and coke
On the Rocks

But Aviation Buddha
Doesnt
Drink

Its for this
Airstewardess
Beside
him
Still Buzzing and Beautiful
Booyliciously Boneable

And He Hastily
Sparks
Up a joint and once again
Takes to the
Skies