Beneath the seas
No loneliness is known Rain never falls
Seldom a cloudy day. I was diving for perils
far off the coast trying to stay clear
of the nuclear submarines and tourists looking
for love and treasures.
In the distance I
saw the Titanic sleeping on
the ocean floor.
I saw her swimming
across the upper deck she was on that maiden
voyage too long ago She took me to her
cabin - An oasis in the sea We danced a decade
away as the fish and memories
swam by She told me how she
had waited for so long to be
I said, "me too"
as I swam out the door and returned to the
land I never once believed
Some day I will return
to the Titanic and her But until then I can
only stare at her smile that constantly beckons
me to return and keeps me from
having the women I meet at single bars and
barmitzvah parties knowing beneath the
sea she waits for me
pleasure for evermore.
Photo Randy Dandurand
Eugene Oregon August 25, 1994
Five more weeks then off to Australia and on to Dalian, China at the end of July and back to Australia for Christmas then back to Dalian in January 2012.
This week working on picture poem links starting around "better" (Sunday, May 8, 2011 8:20 AM New York City Time). Picture poems are the digital format of work I did as a street artist in New Orleans in the 1970s, as well as New York City, Honolulu, San Francisco and Adelaide South Australia.