Bole Ling.

Bole Ling

The water trickling inside this toilet bowl
is tranquil like a mountain
the tissue swirling over
and over underneath surface
is a soul full as a fountain
the oceans worlds
sky demon
water dragon
bubbles dancing in the light
its like being outside
gazing at the sunlight sparkling
up from the mirror of a river
the dark and light stripes
constant flowing waves
of the sphere beneath the bowl

My breath
the lapping sound
the bubbles
the light
the tissue which
has been shot
dreaming
underneath this all
begins again
to circle
peacefully over
and over
like a prayer
wheel spinning
in the ocean
of the toilet
bowl

bowling were bowling
bowling up the river

chunk chunk
the guest is
here i raise
the seat
and pull down
my trousers
soak the prayer
wheel in
clear liquid
so many frothy
bubbles
making tea
water from leafs
islands emerge
in the foam
the bubbles are
the surface
the splash
beneath the sound
the sight
the prayer wheel
the ghostly strands
of tissue
like an egg being poached
still swirls
the water still
laps calm
jungle moving
breeding
until all the
bubbles are
gone
and the bowel
is clear
to the tissue
gently poaching

Do i dare
dare i
push the circle
the silver button
i do

welcome to the forest rain

Like a burp
the noise
a hundred waterfalls
more bubbles than
ever before
rapids
swarm
if i close
i will
if i close
the lids
ker chunk
the guest
has gone
leaving the host
the ghost of a tissue
over turning time
in the machine