Abstract Portrait of an Avatar named Bobby as Mr. Toad

Life at the Bottom of the Sea

Photography and Art, Poetry, Surrealism

Mr. Toad, come to life, whisper
something dear; there’s a devil
on the headboard, he

sways and strokes

his beard.

Digital abstract made by layering digital photographs made in virtual reality
There’s a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea

On a lump of the branch through the
bog of a brain in hole at the bottom

of the sea

Mr.Toad is lost

to

lost treasure.

The devil sez, “Do you recognize the World,
Mr. Toad?”

“No,” says Mr. Toad.

The devil sez, “Then you ain’t going nowhere.”

We sing the blues and get a bowl of oatmeal.

Life at the bottom of the sea means three hots
and a laxative.

Every so often a guard swims down to tease
us with air.

“Hey fag,” says the guard. “How’d you
like this bubbling up yer butt?”

We smile and speak of rock stars
and world politics.

Our lips shimmer with fear.

Rob Goldstein © 2017   

 

20 thoughts on “Life at the Bottom of the Sea”

    1. I found it in my papers. My therapist says that allusions to water implies a sense of drowning in emotion and that is true in this piece. I wrote during the AIDS epidemic. The graphic is based on a VR shot. Thank you for the comment and for asking about the context.

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