Beluga III

3rd of 3 poems written in the style of the Filipino Tanaga, as part of an Exquisite Corpse project.    

I heard belugas crying
       Amidst a seascape dying
Their breath diminished slowly
      Until it vanished wholly.

Riptide on the sunken heap
      Popeye's discard rusting deep
Gill net's web of spider floss
      Skeletons of albatross.

Packagings and plastic bags
      Balled up line, designer tags
Sprinkled like a candy rain
      Propelene and urethane.

Crowding up to photic zone
     Sailfish on the tempest flown
Octopod's long fingers eight
      Grasping clouds of acetate.

May we hear their mournful cries
      May we see with unblind eyes
Spurred by dawn of pentinence
      Pacify our violence.

Pilot Whale II

2nd of 3 poems written in the style of the Filipino Tanaga, as part of an Exquisite Corpse project.

Zero's lie: 6 in a pack
       Frozen drinks upon a rack
Filling fourteen voided vats
      Fifteen microhabitats.

Second lie: 12 hubcaps red
      Spun across a crystal bed
Packed in like a crate of eggs
      Standing deep on dozen legs.

Third time lie: red capping white
      Blood topping bone, blue with night
Catalog of winter's teeth
      Each becloaked in plastic sheath.

Tripod footnote: Earth's domain
      Filled to brimming, iced Champaign
Plunged in frigid miles of black
      Cannon iron falling back.

Within these flasks: lungs of time
      Vapours of an ancient clime
Spheres of starlight, silver pearls
      Melting into jeweled whorls.