Ajmanidas revisited

Well she's not the kind of beauty thats too special in a picture
there aint no geometric visage that strikes her out within an image
but it's all that when she moves and lives and sees
like a parson in an ambulance
  a slef inflicted female wound
  dying postman from conneticut's last romance
  pony expressed, of the front line
then all the little parts that are
  seperately, known sweetly
  deftly seldom subtle or discreetly
  though thus far undiscovered though quite shown
quite entirely only hers
seem to arrange quaint words that by themselves
can be admired
an albino, cellar door, osprey savanna cello song
into less base forms of instinct,
phrases quoted by far fewer pythonites and 'spearions
than were moved by't,
and her existence is pure poetry,
not of the petty pretentious kind written by budding young Atwoods and Bront"es
liked only by the stupidly intellectual and ironically depedestalled unrealisededly,
despots deposed by -ismless Gonzos while hailed by critics,
no,
of a hippyfruit, art-rag girl child truth,
a sexy swine of a par'grath of Guthriesque eight
in which like her own river-run writings my mind forfeits outmanoevered
at least aloud (and all at once)
but hears a great lyric, though without even Leonard Cohen song
but I cannot but believe
that if I was a smarter man
I would know an even greater beauty
but as it is, a fine enigma, just of belief
unknown godless idol, a greater god, which deserves and needs no worship
yet drwas immense for introspection
and even yet still greater halleluyah being drawn.

This emotion is not chemical
as hormoses and drugs of others are
It's all direct electrical responses
designed and shaped and shot from well-use-scarred neuron walls
like sounds and light cortextually translated (after all they're just vibrations and waves)
to Nick Drakes and pictures
                                          of the berlin wall
except intertextually integrated
to that great cinema of your own.

                              In memorandum.