Narcissus, their son

Cephissus and Liriope

Were really hot for each other

Liriope had a thing for river gods

Cephissus had a thing for nymphs

They did it on the shore

Of still waters

Liriope was knocked up

And had a kid they named

Narcissus

His parents thought he looked

Too hot for his clothes

So he took them off

To go sit by the still waters

Looking at his reflection

Until a fish splashed his face

He got bored with that

Asking his parents for an iPhone

Nope no way

We don't have Zeus pockets kid

Narcissus went out and found

A sugar daddy who fondled him

Bought him an iPhone

Whereupon he's been standing

In front of a mirror applying make-up

For 3,984

Of the last 4,000 years

Looking at himself

Posting selfies

Covered in layers of Max Factor

He applies with a trowel

Hey kid, you look mah-vel-ous

You really do

(I don't have the heart to point out
His wrinkled canyons)

Barry G. Wick

Poem of summer 2019

Poem of Summer 2019

Humidity
Turbidity
Vapidity
Senility
Argue these auspiciously
Regulate suspiciously
This pot is stirred
My life is blurred
Nothing's meant maliciously

Barry G. Wick

(Haiku Stream)

(Haiku stream)

Fingering my way
Through a keyboard alphabet
Phone words save big trees

Somewhere squirrels play
Unaware we have saved trees
To save life for all

Heating our planet
At a frightening death rate
Cars boil oil

Only we can know
What we daily do to earth
Destruction's our way

At work or at play
We file our plastic waste
The water trash bin

Belching smoke still reigns
Despite an earth awareness
We know smoking kills

Barry G. Wick

(Poem)

Flying on a dream

Falling in love

With an arm around someone

Who pushes me away

To later see them talking

To someone else

Even in my dreams

I am rejected

My question becomes

Wondering if this is karma

Or me rejecting myself

Waking to sadness

The dream holds me

When no one will

Barry G. Wick

(Poem)

A small light creates shadows

In the dark of my night

Awake as an old man

Traffic is heard 

as it bumps over bridges

Tires sing their Doppler song

I touch my leg

In a wish for your hand

And soft voice that asks

if I'm alright as I return to bed

You're not there

You have never touched me

You are a dream for me

That speeds through the night

To take your love

Far away from a small light

Which dims in my heart

Never to have met you

Barry G. Wick

(Poem]

     

        Drops of last night's rain

           Remain upon the window

     Their tiny magnifications

        Slowly drying

     The eyes of the dead

        Upon cement

        Their last vision

             Revealed by hate

          Barry G. Wick