An electric guitar high and falling,
rotating, above Chicago’s skyline.
Unlike the bone in “A Space Odyssey”
the electric guitar doesn’t edit
into a spaceship or Heywood Floyd’s pen.
The electric guitar rotates, falling,
and crashes through the roof of a building
and falls into a translucent glass hand,
a crystal hand of a crystal princess
standing in a room of jade and topaz
on a floor of sand on top of black wood.
The princess is made of glass, but she moves
and laughs and plays the electric guitar.
An electric guitar. A glass princess.
And the rock and roll she plays is so cool
when the children of her kingdom get sad
she rocks them into a world of laughter.