All is (s)well

You’ve published your rhymes in print

That’s the shortest way to put it

On a shelf. Now the book proudly lives

Through the eyes of those who read its lines

I wonder why some saw some sun in my blue night

After I did. Darkness and light where? always here

Unequally balanced, always starting a fight

The aesthetics of my mentors, my atmosphere

From France to Bei-

Jing to the Sea

Ty by the Bay

I write swell

The ocean is organic

Odyssey, orgasmic

With the liquid it lifts

And lies back down

Both an eden and an abyss

So is my soul, swerving

In the current, red like, 

Redcurrant

Poetry is debased

That is, recurrent. 

August 30, 2017

Lyon