Across the Pond

Who is that girl at
    The edge of the
      Pond?
         Sending smoke
                      Signals
Into the water,
    Messages from ethereal bliss
Is she here for the
      Same reason
             I am?
          I wonder her
             Name
Sitting crosslegged
      Across the pond.
She holds her cigarette
    Sacredly; her holy
         God Nicotine
                 Praying for
Forgiveness.
            From what, pray tell?
      My ethereal fascination.
Her hair billows
In the buzzing breeze.
    Her eyes
    Too
    Far
To see.
    Emerald comes to mind.
                      As she walks
Straight; legs bare;
    Phone in hand;
        Her hair the sun's
    Plaything.
             Passerbys don't
    Glance.  But I
                         See her.
  That girl across
         The pond.
                         Who
                          Could
                         She
                          Be?
And there she goes.
        Out of my life forever.
                          Her
Converse conversing
      With the stones,
An ethereal cacophony
Of ambiguity.
            Leaving her mark
      On the path to
           Wherever she may go.
                            Whomever
         She may be.
    Leaving the edge
           Of my life
                          Forever.

Waterstill Ponscum Dreaming of Grass

Waterstill under
    Gurgling breeze;
          Turtles
Splayed in the sun
    Fucking under its
                       Rays.  White
Doves dance
           Overhead.
Pondscum dreams of
      One day growing
          Grass.  Grass
    Dreams of growing
           Trees;
                              I dream
           Of you.
You: darkest of
       Alabaster angels
Lover of Nothing,
      Savior of hearts.
Angel of poisoned passion, my love
          Breezes across
                Pond scum
                         Whom
        One day
                Dreams of
                                 Grass.