The surgeon
had successfully removed his libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.
Corridors became whispering tubes
for I.V. drip pushing wanderers,
their pale bottoms peering out
like beluga whales through the cracks
of gaping gowns.
He dreamed often,
the drugs swiped his mind,
he was a screen, that with flickering ease
erased and replaced his life
with crazily narrated electric poetry,
a hypersonic buzz
that pretzelled his thoughts.
A nurse appeared to him between
the sensual waves that spayed across
his surgically mauled mortality.
She was erotically enhanced,
her trance-dance of sexuality
poured into his flaccid organs
like a shot of ice-cold Taquilla.
Once she spoke to him - just once.
Her words were umber honey
between his parted lips.
He struggled to understand.
Clarity came upon him -
"You're my libido."
He had forgotten about the cat!
She purred softly
as she adjusted his pillows.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Hooray, should I say?
Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool
I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least–
and the platinum pillows from whence they came
Whizzing by like my long four years of fame,
Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew
Oh no, I must go
She’s as happy as a blobfishy
How was I to know
Her special day was two months ago?
Rub-a-dub-dub ~
Mommy and her little one, splashing in the tub,
playing with Mr. Beluga, the whale,
and grabbing Wally the walrus by the tail,
and riding two seahorsies:
one named Gitty, the other one Yup.
It’s pure as fresh snow
and as pale as a ghost.
It’s the shade on the light spectrum
that I loathe the most.
A beluga whale, the milky moon
and the aftermath of bleach
and all my body’s hidden places
just out of the sun’s reach.
It lies on unlined paper
and rests on decaying bones.
On a virginal wedding dress
in the trash, it should be thrown.
A fluffy marshmallow,
billowy clouds and certain rice
just add them to the growing list
of the hue that fails to entice.
I can’t stress this sentiment enough
this tint is truly beastly.
On baby powder, salt, and mayo,
the color white is not for me.
*I wrote this poem on April 6, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 6 and the prompt was: Write a poem inspired by a color. It’s pretty obvious what color I choose from reading my poem, but if you are still stumped after you finish, reread the last line. Thanks, and as always, leave me some love.
In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish
Maybe a glowworm or two in
my wake, still, I am onto Kinyeti's peak
as a sad Giant long-legged katydid recasting into a camel to save thy naught, yes thy naught
Though I thought Weddell was
a sea of stars, I was at the end a
Beluga Whale grinding Lulo Rose's diamond
Morrow, morrow, morrow
mermaid promise keeps me going
to the seaside, scary you, scary we
She turned me into a jellyfish.
She put death onto the ghost that heist
me off my kiss, Oh my lips, it is blood
at night, lips in the light, a waterless smile
in the twilight
Semblance Dark, a death oath for a hairy head, a death oath for shaving even one middle-of-the-head hair. Scary ghost, scary clown
Struggling for my stolen heart, stolen heart
hid in the middle of the Cretaceous.
Happiness, for gumiho
O gumiho, stop taking them, I know
thy idea. I offer you Gum, yes O Gum
Tears and tears for the darkness
Sleep and sleep in the glow
It is for the duck of thy dark side, my
dark side, their dark side.
He decided that he wanted to be Welsh;
this vague idea took shape in the shapeless.
All the Big Mac’s he had ever consumed
began to alter his form.
they changed him into a cute
small white Beluga whale,
being a privileged white man
it made a kind of sense.
‘No’ he shouted
into an eager and responsive universe,
'I said Welsh!'
Later a Welsh speaking whale
was found beached
at an outdoor swimming pool.
It’s Halloween and Winnie the Witch
flies on her broomstick with O’Bramovitch
mid-flight puss acquires a nasty twitch
both his nostrils flare, he begins to itch
his pitiful me-ow rises to fever pitch
shame cat's aren't fitted with an on off switch!
A Halloween black cat, folk may say is kitsch
poor Bram needs help, Winnie flies to Ipswich
landing at the home of a vet named Mitch
Mitch quickly mashes up some roasted flitch
Bram gobbles it all up without any hitch
he says his twitch and itch were just a glitch
Alas, Bram’s pre-flight meal - a Beluga sandwich
was the tasty snack which gave Bram a stitch
Mitch declares that cat caviar is far far too rich
so this Halloween treat Win will now have to ditch
Bram’s irate, caterwauling that Winnie’s a snitch
hissing all the flight back to their home in Bloxwich
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ghostly beluga whales
shy and discerning
hide out in coves
manatees giggle their secrets
their calves are frisky and open
dolphins swim toward the boats
making friends with everyone
sharks wait for lunch
hoping to catch a whiff of blood
I spent six glorious days at the bottom of the ocean
I had turned mermaid, so needed no special equipment.
The seaweed parted and the kelp sung me a melody.
I was the ultimate siren, letting signals lose that sunk ships.
I was a danger, for sure. The sea did not know what had happened.
The sharks tried to threaten me, but I had a knife in my secret pocket.
I filleted them, and ate them, and threw their fins to the water top.
They congregated like broken oars, swirling in a pathetic circle.
Only six days, and yet, they were marvelous. I was all powerful.
A sorcerer had transmogrified me, and I was grateful for the experience.
I'd always wanted to live in a sea; where I danced with beluga whale.
His name was Charlie after the dance, and he loved it! I loved him too.
You can do so much in six days if it includes living your ultimate dream.
Expecting to be an assertive mermaid my whole life this was Nirvana!
If nothing else, I taught the ocean to respect dainty little mermaids.
Mermaids hugged me bye, I had become their queen in only six days.
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"s**t into this bedpan."
Ringo is staring at my choices
I do not understand them myself I think
He is the wisest of my friends
Golden retrievers being magical and such
I am floating in the ocean
Enjoying my friends the Beluga whales
They have come to welcome me
To reassure me, and help my soul relax
Orcas are here too, not as close
Not that fond of me, I am wary
The Belugas are not concerned though,
which relaxes me a bit. I deeply sigh.
The water has never been this dark,
yet I can see easily several feet down.
There is a rock ledge, I guess I am standing on it.
How did I get here? I wonder, not concerned.
Past the beach I see a lush forest.
Is that where Ringo is staring?
I have a multitude of choices.
Stay in the water, go to the beach or go past the beach
I elect to stay in my dream state a bit longer
my power animals swim off with the Orcas
Thanks a bunch, I think, realizing I have to do this myself.
Baby Beluga
it was just a song
his shell opened up with song
he will sing along
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
a few demented ghosts---their white bottoms;
beluga whales, peering through the slits
of ice-coated gowns.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed,
threw her uniform into the fire,
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse, in moments, returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood...
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." She replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"poop into this bedpan."
I spent my days inside my backyard for most of the summer
I have a pet visitor who loves cherry tomatoes and finds them succulent
and juicy. She checks the fence everyday for items that could be used for
cheek stuffs. I watch her flit this way and that and sniff my tomatoes
until I lose composure . I hate it when she leaves remnants atop my fence.
She definitely makes a mess of things with her squirrely shenanigans.
She's a finicky eater who eats only the red tomatoes and leaves behind the green.
One day a raccoon decides to emulate her by jumping onto my posts.
He is so hefty that he causes my beautiful plants to break and fall.
On that particular day, Ms Lady Furette stays at a distance. She knows
I am not pleased. As I replant, she patiently stays by the wayside and keeps
a watchful eye on me. "Tomorrow I'll bury the pulp behind that awful
beluga of hers " she thinks as she wags her tail. I eye her and wait for her
to throw me that furtive glance that says, " Aren't you done yet? "
The End.
Animal Avenger.
He kicked a Tortuga.
Mistreated a Beluga.
Slapped a Cougar.
Became a Fatality.
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