Sperm Whales
From this Tuesday until I
die sperm whales will
no longer secrete
the waxy stuff used in
producing make-up. That’s why all the
make-up wearers are
no longer talking to
sperm whales.
What happens when someone falls out of love?
Is there a single, frozen in amber, sanctimonious moment when
you decide you’re too good for whomever - the falling-out moment
- where imperfections are revealed like a magic trick?
“Huh,” you find yourself saying, “Weren’t you cuter, half-an-hour ago?
Or is it a slow, drip, drip, drip Chinese-water-torture-like seepage?
Maybe breakups are written in the stars, you know, Mercury drifts into
retrograde and suddenly there’s empty air where your lover used to be.
I’m not in a breakup, but I like to be prepared - these are just questions.
like
Isn’t every male whale a sperm whale?
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A song for this:
If I Didn't Have You (Live) by Tim Minchin
A 55 gallon barrel
Full of pulverized
Oyster shells
Mixed with wood ash
And sawdust
And porklard
55 gallons of
Pulverized oyster
Shells.mixed
With basalt.
Alkalinity
Alkalinity
Mind the
Bushels bouiz
Mind the
Bushels!
Insatiable - Quest For Perfection historically
From The Republic of Plato's Socrates
Offspring with high intelligence, comradery
Athletic, science minded, co operative
Tailor made 8 cell diagnosis selects finest
Anxious embryo developer keen to accelerate
Pleasurable reflection held in liquid nitrogen
White gold filled syringe holder operates
Selective patronage of top notch chromosones
Sought out the prestige of Nobel Bank of Sperm
Files boasted outstanding bio father credentials
Mothers maintain reputation of ability to discern
Nobel's demise came in failure to maintain stock
Eugenics launched acceptance of IVF technology
Petered genius imput, deposits from general flock
Duped recipients faithfully awaited tiny prodigies
Varied outcomes, 215 proclaimed, now adults
Demonstrate unclear connection between elite
Genes giving invincible humans as sure result
Driven by nurture to thrive, rationale incomplete
9th September 2020
Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor
Clutching At Straws
Right off the bat he was ejected
It was either sink or swim
All the other sperms were in a cell
One little sperm out of 1.5 billion
Only a one time shot he had
He tried to climb the wall
For he could not swim at all
He ran into an egg hanging by a thread
It seems all the others got lost
Swimming up and down stream
He hit and hit this egg with his tiny head
He finely broke in and what did he see
The most beautify embryo of all
They became attached to each other
Neither wanting to leave until the birth of you
Imagine this: You were once 1 in 1.5 billion
Tell me you are not special
ALICE WAS A LOVELY LITTLE SPERM
Alice was a lovely little sperm,
Proud of her slender flagellum arm;
In pearly white semen
Lived a nasty cayman
Who ate her up to make a quorum.
suitor sperm stops tired
sheds tears for days princess dead
he melts in red river
© rajat kanti chakrabarty
Active macho sperm told the passive egg
I am turned on darling eggie are you on the rag?
Eggie smiled and tumbled
Sperm's bollocks are bumbled
Eve pinched Adam's bum, " your dizzy balls sag".
you said I could not cook
it was an accusation
a condemnation
a comparison
with your mother and
other women of
whom you approved.
I did not meet the standard
I was not womanly
I failed all forms set
by you, your family, the island
never having been taught, I never learned.
My fear was huge.
You were contemptuous.
I was less than less.
a nothing naught
that nevertheless
had to provide
had to make
each day a life I thought I would be given.
which was wrong
but I could never stop
long enough
could never be still enough
could never breathe in and then out
understanding at last my life was my
own and never yours and so
was mine to make or mar.
My heart hurt worse when our dog died.
And I wrote a better poem about it.
12/31/2013
How can you not love someone so innocent that we conceived?
How can you sit there and reject your seed?
She didn't ask to be here
So why does she have to suffer by keep watching you disappear
It isn't fair to her
It isn't fair that she suffers
No more lies, no more excuses
It doesn't make up time she loses
I'm pissed off, I'm mad as hell
Because as a father, you choose to fail
Everything comes before your daughter
Grow up and be a ****ing man, she needs her father
If nothing else appears important to me
It's my daughter playing with her father happily
Show her the love you say you have
Quit the drugs, grow up and quit being a dead beat dad
In and Out of her life, not even so much as a call
Either you stay in her life or don't come back at all
I'm tired of healing the wounds you stab into her chest
She may not notice the half heart; soon enough she'll ask to her heart, where is the rest?
Don't take for granted the time I am trying to get you to spend with her
Because she's not going to stay a toddler
And nor will we hang around forever
Sperm Whale Dementia.
Here I am an old Sperm whale,
A swimming in the deep,
Sucking on the Crill, inhale,
As fearless I do leap.
And then I come to surface,
And clarity does seep,
Dementia nursing home this place,
Me poor old bones do creak.
Back beneath the water,
A swimming in the deep,
Happy as a tadpole,
More Crill to maybe eat.
Back up to the surface,
Who is that woman here,
She says she is Molly Brown,
A rellie so sincere.
So come visit sweet Molly Brown,
I may be far away,
Or surfaced with a puzzled frown,
A sperm whale here today…
Don Johnson 22-aug-11
Creature of deep seas
Battle scars from giant squid
A rare appearance
Stay well hidden from whalers
Inspiration of Melville.
A. Green