think of a boy
learning to swim

from his perspective
the lake is so much bigger
than his little body

it looks to swallow him whole
and he is heavy as a rock

but somehow
with a little help
he learns to beat
his arms and legs
for long enough
and at the right angles
to keep himself afloat

even in the most
overwhelming circumstances
remember that
like the boy
we are designed for success

Pillows pack the pain
Dizziness controls the brain
Blue curtains domain.

With diet Vegan
Vigorous and healthy lifespan
Energized atman

Somebody's diary,
discovered in jumble sale,
tells brief anguish tale,
girl search for grail,
friendship acceptance love,
intelligent tenderness,
absence of betrayal.

Love of new friend,
lesbian from beginning to end,
film makers decide expunge,
marketers say is grunge,
too commercial to defend,
advertisers will unfriend,
relationship confounding unread women men,
problematic for school regimen.

You're feast for the eyes of boys men,
Your charming lights have exceeded the rubicon.
The racing eyes have forgotten their pedestrian crossing.
Now your beauty standard receives a thunderous daily ovation.
Your worth is a great what!
Your pigment have gone viral.
You're greater than the pretty -ugliest who 're the queens.

Would I be happier
if I sold all my wealth
and
placed all my dollars on a trailer
as I pulled it along the
Park Avenue New York

Or

would I be a happier guy
to walk in an open collar shirt
flashing my soft skin
in the summer’s beginning heat
across WHITE HOUSE.
Washington DC

None would know me

That’s why the NOBEL was introduced
by the GRANITE MAN
who faked his death
and
wanted to hear
what he would be thought of
and
hoped to be really missed

As the sun walks up the stairs
The sea looks up with envy
And the sky pale’s just thinking
What if the sun finds his love;

It is earths beauty
that charms,
Even God’s
have a beating heart!

There is a feeling in my chest
When the trees
Begin to play green peak-a-boo
And the flowers,
Here-is-my-heart

Or perhaps it is just my lungs
That fill
With the spirit of Spring

Like a fragrant
Firework
Exploding softly

Its magic dust
Sprinkling

LIke baptism
Or the perfect zephyr
On my skin

The palpable air is like something
More than sex

And I am partaking
Fully
Of what is fully offered

It is a puzzle solved
The old resurrection cliche

On the last day of work
I left the squatting edifice,
I had been serving
for a number of long
and indistinguishable years,
in no particular hurry.

I drove for a couple of blocks.
I did not care to rush.
I felt as if I was floating
on the wave of Thursday,
transparent and calm.

Under the blinking bore
of the street lights
I saw other fish like me
following their own
sound tracks
into the grey underwater
of coffee whelms,
and predictable wrecks
of their own dull stories.