Loch Ness (Ian’s Day)
In the morning
Ian’s wife asks him
To buy the baby milk
Oh, aye, he says
And pinches hard
His baby’s soft flesh.
In the afternoon
Ian’s mistress asks him
If he truly loves her, only her
Oh, aye, he says
And twists hard
Her blue-veined breast.
In the evening
Ian’s best friend asks him
Will he pay the money back
Oh, aye, he says
And suddenly, fiercely
Ian stabs the man dead.
On the banks of the Loch Ness
That flows so black and wide
Ian stabs his best friend dead
Oh yes, indeed he does
And then he walks away.
Below the loch water,
The creature watched.
He shrank away
And thought with fear,
There still be monsters
Up above.
Oh, aye.
There still be monsters up above.
The Swimming Pool
I am swimming
in the midst of a forest green
a pool made of cool mosaic tile
I am alongside many fishes
like them I am kinetic, aquatic
and churring
I swim through blue water
wet through and through, erotic
fish growing fierce, giving chase
I flee from the fish but am caught
then the water is calmly still again
opening my mouth wide I drink,
floating on my back, I see the sky,
blue sky water, fish cloud-darting erratic
it washes over me in a wave frenetic
one moment of gasping panic
stretching on, just like elastic
of mystic