song of flight to manhattan

i have always loved american
so i flew with the airlines
by that name
they took my scooter,
because i’m challenged,
physically challenged,
they took my scooter
and promised that it would arrive
at jfk with me
but this is not a grimm’s tale
so my story took
a rod serling twist

my scooter didn’t make the flight
and i didn’t know until i landed
and found that i was stranded
with only my amputated leg to stand on
and my spouse’s shoulders to cry on

Opening Lines

Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste…
— from Paradise lost by John Milton

Call me Ishmael.
— from Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy,
and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope;
who expect that age will perform the promises of youth,
and that the deficiencies of the present day will be
supplied by the morrow, attend to the history of Rasselas…
— from Rasselas by Samuel Johnson

In pious times, ere priestcraft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man on many multiplied his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confined;
When nature prompted, and no law denied
Promiscuous use of concubine and bride…
— from Absalom and Achitophel by John Dryden

Yes, he was the most beautiful Prince
that ever was born.
— from The Little Lame Prince by Miss Mulock

ONCE there was a gentleman who married, for his second wife,
the proudest and most haughty woman that was ever seen.
— from Cinderella [It has no true author: it dates
back to the 9th century, possibly further, and was
told orally (not written down) for millenniums]

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had
peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,’
thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?’
— from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

WHAT dire Offence from am’rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things…
— from The Rape of the Lock by Alexander Pope

Unbridled Being

My essence, atman, being, energy or conscience,
Will someday jettison this old decrepit body
Which has seen numerous battles from its fox hole
Made of skin and bones.

My essence will be free of the prosthetics,
Garments, shoes and attire of mores.
My essence will flow freely through worm holes,
Black holes and all
Inter galactic
Theories, postulates and realities.

The only reality my essence
Ever understood or stood under is
The unbridled being.