"koln" poems
nothing can exist
in which you are not,
my blue lord!
deep within those expressive blue eyes,
is a floating peacock feather.
even in koln’s cold full moon now,
i see a tinge of blue.
in all her panoramic photos
which showcase a cerulean blue,
i only see you...
everything animate or inanimate
is you
you’re the Buddha
teaching
the science of the formless!
where there’s dharma, there’s Krsna
where there’s artha, there’s Krsna
where there’s kama, there’s Krsna
where there’s moksha, there’s Krsna
here, there and everywhere,
all i see is Krsna.
yet she says she doesn’t see you,
i wonder why?
© 2023
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 1:07 PM UTC
***** people: us and them
Slippery, dark and warm, like *** lips, kissed on midnight beaches.
She weighed less than air.
Smells like wet blossom.
No kissing, only you can touch.
Hard dollars in my hard. Harder now.
Door closed. Back out, I don’t look at the others, they know of course.
I washed my skin and look at me in the mirror. Funny how old you can get.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC