A massive iron cage, brick,
sand and cement, rising
to become a home of human happiness
Hail, hail, concrete father
Hail, hail, the high-rise
A nest for human dreams
Those who are building
my house, I wonder,
where is their home
I have arranged it beneath the clouds,
a canopy of rain, would someone
come to be the bride and groom
A night by the swimming pool
beneath the water, blue
lights
A round of bickering first thing in the morning,
then all day long, thinking
about married life
At the very top of a secluded balcony
blooming
dahlias and chrysanthemums
Caught
in a spider's web
a shiuli flower
Tom and Jerry
Popeye the Sailor
ha ha ha
Tender hands
the racing wishes
of coloured pencils
There is love
There is no love
Love
In another life
perhaps, yellow
wildflowers
A cat and a pigeon
in between
me
It rained in the afternoon
the evening
feels beautiful
A gopuram
magnificent
the Dravidian land
Fallen leaves, fallen feathers,
their new moons
and full moons
The day drifts away
there is no shore
nor is there a boat
Pool
close -by
Our nice home -
Full just to the brim
Wished to float paper boat
with a message to Grandma
“ Please meet me at your earliest.”
Opaque,
quite menacing
glacial dark water stills.
Freezing you from the inside out,
murky.
A pool that’s never transparent
does not need honesty.
Lethal’s waiting
to strike.
POOR JEANINE PIRRO
AT ONE TIME A TRUMP HERO
NOW, JUST A ZERO
WAS VANDALS FOR SURE
I DO NOT LIE I AM PURE
TRUMP SOUNDS SO COCKSURE
UPON REFLECTION
WAS A TRUMP MISDIRECTION
LIKE BLEACH INJECTION
MS JEANINE PIRRO
TRUMP REFLECTION POOR HERO
A TOTAL ZERO
ALGAE TRUMP DID FIGHT
GOING TO BEAT ME, YEAH RIGHT
TRUMP ALGAE DID SMITE
When making a reflecting pool
Make sure it reflects something that’s cool
It’s not the pool’s fault you see
If what it reflects looks more like wee.
You want it to look all patriotic
But the man in charge is simply idiotic
Don’t blame the mirror for its reflection
Rather commence some introspection.
The pool’s current algal bloom
Isn’t the only elephant in the room
And while the narcissist continues to blunder
Your tax dollars he’ll continue to plunder.
The pool’s a lovely bubbling green
And accurately reflects one who’s obscene
Reflecting not what one wishes to see
But rather what’s truly within thee.
So if you are concerned dear reader
Maybe it’s time to get a new leader
One who’s not a lying fool
Then you’ll have a pure reflecting pool.
thick in throat gold hopes
reflecting pool in blue eyes
drowning in green lies
(“Dark Pool of Light”, 2011, original oil)
I’m a superficial kind of guy
Enjoying the finer things in life;
Sunshine, flowing clouds, the birds and bees
Art, music and the companionship
Of simple dogs and dear friends,
But at the edge of this,
Like the alluring edge of a tall cliff
Or seductively beautiful nebula hot spring pool
Waiting just below the surface
Is a bittersweet vastness
Moist with eternal tears
Filled to overflowing
Holding all I have loved and lost
All the nouns of my existence
People, places and things
Which represent Life’s actual verbing
The silver lining beauty of this vastness
Is its universality
Here we all meet
Here we all relate
Here we come in our own way
And depart as well
Never really done with our grieving
Or ever fully healed
To find our own path’s onward.
(4/19/26)
I want a great love affair
I want a love stolen off pages of romance books full of passion
And heat and delicious taboo
I want a love affair to shake me
To pang in my bones, my nerves stinging
We were playing pool
We lost the chalk and we were laughing
You were drunk and all loosened up
And I was licking my words as I spoke them
You watch me from the corner of your eye, cheeky smile, you lean forward
Just slightly, but you lean forward
We stand there mere inches from each other, absorbing each other’s heat
You were drunk
In my head I rewind and replay
Every time you looked at me on a loop
Clinging to the memory of praise
Leading your gaze towards me
Letting my body stretch
Become one with the pool cue
And I could fail a hundred times
Let the clicking get louder and louder
With pain shooting up my right shoulder
I keep lining the cue up
Just to hear you say that, this time, I was good
We were playing pool
That indulgence
Giggled him, her
Through a quick ran and jumped in
Cool-splashed water
As remote, Age
Relating to
Lands, fierce-blown, desert-faced
Fruit, smooth with dew.
Diving in seeking for solace
And a peaceful release of thoughts
Inner quiet in a place of promise
Creates a rhythmic song and a waltz
Initial cold shocks the senses
And a realization there is no breath
Memories hurt. Up with defenses
Fearing now for a sudden death
Completely surreal. Just surrender
Drowning now. Is there no escape?
Flooded with tears without an offender
The mental screams begin to take shape
Plunging deeper, streamline surreal
Kicking hard and longing for survival
In poetic movement. A chance to heal
Surfacing again. A hope for revival
An arm points forward to show the way
The other motions back to where it's been
A labored dance to motion the cares away
In rhythm to propel, flip, and spin again
Distance covered in a pool of tears
Aqua blue represents the entire mood
Troubled thoughts washed in prayers
Stroke to stroke to become subdued
Streamline to memories once again
Kick to the surface to catch a breath
Distance covered to numb the pain
In a pool of tears to a mental death
He took me to the pool to drown me
Or poison me with summer winds
And his red swimming trunks looked like blood
And his eyes were the color of honey
Or coffee
Or just old dirt
He took me out to poison me
And my lungs filled with the warm breeze
And I drowned
I drowned
Not in the chemical water of the deep end of the pool
But in the air of heat
The sickly-sweet smell of dying flowers
And small decaying animals
And every inhale burned
And he held me there
And he wanted me gone
And I wanted to do everything he asked me
And I came back with his flesh in my teeth.
Bloody, Raw, Pink.
Almost still alive
And I knew that the price of freedom Is death
And the life of the boy with the brown hair
And the red swimming trunks
Who wanted me gone
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