Whale

I'm listening for the nightingale

Until the morning light turns pale

All naked and frail

I'm waiting for the phallic

Spear of God

To impale

Me deep

Knee deep in stomach acid in the belly of a whale

Who sings songs to the San Gabriels

And dreams of white skinned girls in pistachio shells

What the hell

You, you're watching black and white footage

Of a nuclear bomb

The telephone rings

It's probably mom

She asks you to tea

Those loose tea leaves in the bottom of the cup

Something didn't agree

It made you throw up all your

Teleology

Knee deep in the rolling bathwater of the sea

The earth seems to choose who she chews and swallows

And if it ain't you

Then it's probably me

We stand in a row on the shore, the line is long

Where's that bird I never heard its song

The tones fell out of the pink air and landed

Neatly in the palm of your hand

Knee deep in the twilight colored mud

The black lightning trees outlined against diamond earring studs

With the rattle and hum of insect life

You feel less alone

But I'm still listening for that nightingale

While you're lost in a lagoon

I'm crazy as a loon

Inside this birdless whale