Jeux D'Eau

Bubbles spouting from the hidden jets
In the primordial yet modern soup
That cossets me with robot threats
In my bathtub’s prebiotic goop

Pop, and with the cosmic wind
Pent up inside the beads of air
Which turbines of the Krell have engined
In my suburban bathysphere

The water in the bath is filled
With spouts of oxygen,
Fountains that life itself has willed
From the underwater Djinn
The genies of the spa, whose
Edenic water gardens spring,
Precipitated through the water’s flues
In rills and vapors, shoots and slings

Of steam, fireworks that rise
And fall like wickets, arcs
Of noble gas that atomize
Through cascades of gathered sparks

In which our mornings drown,
Hinges of the throwing maim,
And deluges upside down
That from the surface rain,

The Lilliputian mesh of strings
Which our well-versed tub around us flings.

August 5th, 2024, Hawaiian Air 15
Halfway to California