green and filmy algea
whispers by the lone
sea cucumber,
caressing it as it struggles
to suction itself
lower
than the outgoing tide.
its movements, though minuscule,
move it towards the bottom of the tide pool
but not quite fast enough -
a rock could erode
faster than the sea cucumber
could crawl.
but still it moves
with the tenacity of something
that does not realize it is in danger.
and although it is fighting,
it knows not that it is fighting
but merely
goes on.

Ethereal and Base a harmony so diametric a solid.
Wisdom's forgiveness lands to the unyielding new,
white spray on black lava, merging
elemental minerals in salt water.
Life the mediator, yearns for compromise
algea harvests sunlight at the hard shore, grows into plants
fish munch coral creating sand washing up, a tree's foothold creating soil...  
can rock become Earth any other way?

Mother's beauty, an unknowable generous smile
and confident grace from the sun.
Ages
sitting wrinkled and depleted to her waist,
beauty transforms
into unknowable generous laughter alighting graciously from wise eyes,
like a flock of Heaven's doves so close to home
stirred by her running children: daughter and son.
All the while all the yearning is unrequited.

For her children, Beauty is vertigo,
painful reality rooted to the shore.
Eyes long for the horizon, Vision Country
between sky holding its breath and water measuring out patience,
The heart spills out futile on the crystalline sea,
but Sadness, belonging to clear water,
lightly buoys lonely Ecstasy,
Completes the voyage.

The Vision pairs selfless love with unmet desire,
opposites' harmony the firmament,
but the sound breaks from tension and the echoes fade,
and the senses footing gives way;
vertigo with dove's wings tied shut.
Descending minuscule between dissipation
falling through molecules of bliss,
and diffusing atoms of despair,
to the last remaining positive and negative
and the tension's silver thin wire between.

It cuts tied wings free,
slingshots the dove's soul back up,
at the last second, the tension's iridescent thread tangles loosely on her foot.
She hurtles back up through the scales of size:
Microns, amoeba, minnows, birds, primates, people,
over trees, looking down at cities, mountains, yet higher
borderless nations, green and sand continents,
and again all the crystalline blue seas.
The silver filament draws taut, holds the dove's ascent,
wings slowing in awe as she views Mother Gaea
her intensely brilliant sphere accompanied by vivid tiny stars.
in a cold cold soundless night...
Grandmother teaching her children to fly;
Beauty's yearning realized complete.

You cannot look into my eyes without seeing burning, lustful sparks
Filled to bursting
With what you want
To be love

But all i see
Are limp
Loveless
Ponds
Algea
*******
Them

Prismatic angles
Strangulate our language
We are all fragile bubbles
Being blown through plastic circles
Straws scattered in the water
Sort out your problems
And follow your vision
We are all brothers and sisters
Drowning in this fish-tank (of wisdom) together
We are shaking our shoulders
To the sounds of roller coasters
Boiling potatoes in the heat of our basements
Considering the upcoming refrigerations
We are already doing quite amazing

in the corner of my left eye
i feel the blooming  of
a migraine begin
occluding all reason

nailing pain to my brain
and causing civility to flee before the tornado wrath
of assualted sysnapses
time becomes distorted
like algea in a summer pond
the verdancy of the ache
looks pretty
yet underneath i suffocate

the time of darkness
begins...
to bloom like a carrion flower....

Profanities,

declarations

bombastic, love/ hate sprayed, whatevers,
beer-stained brutalist underpass

the lake, a paper-mill, stink of pulp-steam,
dog-**** minefield ,fast-food cartons

park-and-riding, egg-fried verges
turgid outflow,

Down this squeezed tube,
of dead algorithm n' *****,
blue-green algea ,wetland gangrene,

come Nightingales..

Meliflous revelry,

distinctive dichotomy,

obvious opposite

oddity

Beneficent Mediterranean
medicine chugged via
secretive syrinx

sweet,

sweet

sweet unplugged jugular

thick cut clarity, every
note a pearl-dropped hope for muddled

ditches, creeks and jetties, broken
wings of football pitches

blood of oak and bluebell
soaking smoke above the muddied tracks

and clearing,

clearing all
before their song

It is quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play
cuddling and puddling into a grainy muddling,
I fray away - in this, a golden day.

The scorching sky-ball rays bequeath
a vermilion wreath on my bones' sheath
doth it burns and churns yet how lovely the terns
whom glance beneath - ruby-me they seeth.

The Gulls flock in a white lustre
within a cluster paced muster
though in such rank, a gap is manque and in that flank
without fluster - I desire to soar in bluster.

To fly amidst the cloudy haze
in fluffed graze and twilight maize
would release the strain and reign of the pain;
from my darkest daze - into the briny bays.

Let tokens of a lost love seep
into the deep where I canst weep
and remnants of swill be fed to Brill by powering will
as such creatures keep - secrets asleep.

Sea currents drift my melted plume
cleansing a hearted tomb of gloom
of broken Sherds whilst girds the birds
fashioning in loom - as I soak in spume.

In praise to the salt queen I exalt a moan
taking in loan a swig from the throne
she clings and stings but I adore summer flings
returning in prone - the blend with my own.

Stumbling now to a neighbouring dune
I swoon and reflect in boon
that sorrow from Algea I borrow, can wait the morrow
wild wraiths be hewn - by this remedial tune.

How illuminate! This majestic bay
where dreams pray and verily splay
that waves of oceans bring notions of emotions;
from burdens' weigh - one escapes by the bay!

entra neruda a un poema no salio
entra rob y se salio rapidito
borges no sabe como parash

ahori si escibe qu el cuento de nuestra madre es tuyo
es mata es tienpo occulto
es risita de misericordia
es ombligo de mujer divina
es algo como muher algea
koko a mi kiki