Poem 1


How could you forget who you were
when you were a whale,
who breathed through a hole,
to the core of flesh, and into
the open of bella blu, equal
to a moan of death
from an immature
and pitiful man
recently come into being
listening to the violet-blue
tones of blues

and how you are lamenting
with your head under the sea
without letting oxygen
and carbon dioxide
be transported
between blood
and Atmos
through the outermost
layer of flesh

in and out
of the salt

and how you could forget
that humans are not whales,
who dives and store oxygen
in the blubber's inner nerve

like you hide your demons
in a pitch-black cellar