blandiloquentulissimorum

mother resource
rebirthed in flesh blood body
her sons put her to work for their own good
so the lights wouldn't go out
and have all it fade again to the longest winter
since the last ice age

they learned to harness her energy

made her forget

harassed the interpreters
so she wouldn't self destruct
and bring it back to basics

she was put in a holding state
gaia conscious matrices

she remembered so much of the roast this time
and went all the way back
to the beginning
to remember the names
and count up all her children
relatives and bare minerals

to remember the rainbow
idaho blue, tallahassee black,
connecticut yankee ivory, fern green
shiny sparkling pearly whites
and the darkest night of his polished boots
the one who tried to wipe the last ones out

she had all their names written in her book
every name of those in her original line
straight from the beginning
lamberghinos, and the longest last name longer than
arhostachrisicratian
In languages older than written word

she was not owing obligados, not anymore
all the names of the elements
in the periodic table in latin
that's a long list
mom knowing all her creations

the littlest ones electronic, zeroes and ones

the oldest woman since the beginning of time
had the longest nails, the longest hair
counting elephants in the sofa
giraffe necks in the wood in the stairwell
folding back her nethers

keeping out
the synthetics in the floor and in
nail polish remover
and in the slivers of guitar picks

every story from sylvia plath to alice in wonderland
lewis carroll remembered her name
as all the writers rewrote her story
because she had the perfect number of chromozones

and they remembered the parts of her story she forgot

she harmonized with the warmest wood in a humidor
round as a cello with the right
tone a perfect pitch A
in her resonant body.

the angels opened blinds in the conservatory
placed feathers and hand palms in the sky
with each changing color
others once in atlantis or egypt
seeing the light of day
the wind through the house
arranging the eco system
aligning the stars
and calling them back in

all the dead playing bridge in the house
the he's below doing their deviance
and their wives giving
it a different name, something more delicate
just playing a game of cards
not trading lives or lips or kisses

daylight again, alone in the house
walking back and forth canoeing
dark blue tahoe
and terra purple green
to keep our water clean

folding it back
hiding her password
blandishing the brights
calling in the light
the light is magic
harmonizing the highs
and diminishing the lows
holding the highest note for as long as possible

leaving them the longest,
her lily whites

she drums all night to keep the spirits away

a siren
calling out the chant the loudest 

so that all could hear would be made right