Bluejay and the Pink Plastic Rose (UG)
Created | Updated Feb 7, 2021
Bluejay stepped out into the new day and attached a pink plastic rose to the inside mirror of his Sundance camper van.
And the sun flashed a laser ray over his face and he was a painted warrior.
'I shall drive this van along four thousand trails' he said, 'in search of the pattern of music.'
So Bluejay drove for four thousand days along four thousand ways.
And there were many times across many lines.
There were stories and glories.
There was dark and dangerous mystery.
'Oh yes, there were faces and scars and songs and stars and yet no pattern of music' said Bluejay, as the light turned into indigo night. And the moon flashed a laser ray over his face and he was a painted phantom.
And all the while the pink plastic rose had remained attached to the mirror. Bluejay was exhausted. He tore down the flower.
'So hey' he said. 'and what are you
You rose which never dies
And what know you of joy and grief
Beneath these sacred skies?
You have no fragrance, have no thorns
You need not light nor rain
And do you dream your plastic dreams
Eternal life to gain?'
Bluejay stared at the rose. He heard a whisper through the nowhere silence in his head.
'I may be plastic, may be gold
I may be life or wonder
Some day within another time
I will be death and thunder
I run through questions, run through blood
I am both pure and tainted
There is no place of light or shade
My pattern is not painted.'
And Bluejay threw the pink plastic rose high high into the sky.
'Fly music,fly' he said.
He watched the rising sun flashing a laser ray onto the inside mirror of his Sundance camper van, and drove into the new day.