For even my standards, this is a strange poem I wrote tonight. It came to me after some personal prayer time. It is unedited and may be a little tedious to work through, but I assure you that it will be unique experience for you. Maybe profane and offensive for some. Thoughtfully crafted and full of symbolic meaning at least. Hope you enjoy.
The humpback whale
It never flails.
It never fails its kind.
It produces a kindness in males, the hippie males and females who seek to save the whales Green peace sails its sails, “a whales vagina is sacred” and it makes sales.
Wyland sales through the roof at Natural Wonders or Rainforest Café.
It rails against the sails and sales, salient sales in the saline solution of the day.
The world’s contacts are blurry, our perspective for peace serves those in a hurry for anger and fear,
Not love.
The Sharks.
The whale, she rails against the sails and sales of the day.
The sharks rail against the whale. The whale’s self-affirming scales seem to rail against the shark on its rails to nowhere.
It sails, she who circumnavigates the globe, a global village, sees it’s sails full blown with the breath of the world system, its sales are world peace through war, forever and a day.
George Bush gets blamed, but the sails are not his, and the weapon of this warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of strongholds.
This war is not of the flesh. It is not against the flesh, but against the spiritual forces of darkness and powers and principalities.
The weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of strongholds.
The weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful. We wage war not against flesh and blood, but against the spiritual forces of darkness. We are the way the truth and the life. The light it shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not know light.
Shine the lamp, shine the light, take a little flashlight and watch it shine in a darkened room.
The ray of its light, a beacon shooting through the shadow, it cuts, it shines, it shoots, it rhymes with the sun.
It is the Light. The light in the darkness it shoots.
The whale in its abyss it shoots and it roots for mankind to be kind to one another.
To be the kind that we can look up to, a brother, a friend, a neighbor to the end…to the bitter, bitter end.
In the cold in the rain, even a postal service can do that. Sending out an S.O.S. sending out and S.O.S. a message in the bottle in the ocean, where the whale and it’s wail, it’s baby wail lives. Breathes. Lights on its sleeve.
The whale it lives, it sails, it never fails, it never flails, it flays it’s body upon a cross, it displays it’s body shiny and shimmering, shallow waters muck it up, shallow waters bear its dross,
the dross, it slides away as it displays and flails, the dross, that is, it flails, against the shimmering, striated belly of the whale.
It rails, but it flails. The light cannot beat the darkness if the darkness dissipates and flails, no shame in the whale, its awkward body, big and beautiful, it flays, it sails, it shoots up out of the water straight, it sails towards the sky, the clouds wavering and humming a Kumbaya African chant of initiation, joy, worship, and praise, it rails, the darkness against the sails, the striated scales of the belly of the whale.
I love its belly, I love its wail, pregnant with little whales and little wails, little baby, little whales…little wails.
Love the belly of the whale. Rub the belly of the wail. Shun the shame and love the belly of the whale. I love its belly.
I love you. I love what you do…the awkward wails, the awkward whales, and all the little, bitty, belly filled jelly filled, belly filled, dill pickle will ribbed…aw shucks, the things you do. The belly of the whale. The belly of the whale. The belly of your wail. I wail with you. I wail with you. I will wail with you. I do. I do. I do. I do.
Well, well, well, whale, what can you do? You wail. You sail. You flay yourself. Never filet yourself.
You display yourself and you, whale, wail like a sonar baby murmuring in the vast ocean, the abyss of shame, never shames or at least never succeeds to shame,
the demons they rail from Gehenna, the ghosts of Gehenna, they wail, but you,
Shales parkway say that the road to hell and heaven is wider than we think, but narrower than we fail,
we flay, we fail, we fall, we wail, we fail, we flail
and the lifeguard he sails in cheesy in his red short shorts, muscled and tan, the sun block like a modern Indian warrior finger rubbed down his nose, the bridge.
The bridge to Tarabithia, the bridge to heaven and hell, a narrow bridge, a wide bridge.
Ahab he wailed against his wail. Ahab he railed, his ship, his sails, against the ocean. Ahab he shot his harpoon against the whale, against Moby Dick, against his anger, against his hope, against his rage, enraged he shot and routed the whale. His route, he set sailed a long time ago. His rage he made the sale, he made it known.
It was the anger unleashed against a thousand men. A fearful boy, his fearful rage, his set-up mockery stage against the world.
He railed. He sailed. He found his destiny, all the anger of mankind against the whale. Christ on the cross. He unleashed the anger and wrath of all mankind stored up since Adam and the fall, Eve too, she also calls.
His pregnant wife. She dances. The belly of the whale. I love the belly of the whale. Babe. Love. Baby love. Baby love. Shalom. Chalet. Shalom Chalet.
My baby he flails sometimes. But today, sometimes, he flays, he lays his arms wide out spread, he lays back, laid back, he lays in my arms, just my hands, comfortable-free listening to his blessing and the classical music. he lays at peace, restful, flying backwards, a back wide armed back flip ready made full layout no twist necessary he lays.
The humpback whale lays out, outstretched, back arched, awkward stream of water spraying, spilling, splattering pilfering the light, pilfering the darkness, what it stole, it lay out full lays out back arched, display out, water from its spout, flays out itself, the arc, the ark, the ark, it arches its back flayed, flipped, and flayed.
Mutual insurance, mutual submission, fidelity investments. Fidelity, its mission. Flayed for you. Displayed for you. broken, its back, communion for you. Joy for him. Joy for you. Fully human, fully man. He came, he displayed, he failed and he flayed all for you. All for you. I love you He say. I love, declares, saith, the Lord from his lair.
A whale’s vagina and an awkward stare. An awkward stare and an awkward set of stairs to heaven away from here.
