IMMORTALITY

I saw the whales of the dying
a pleasant procession of pain
Your twin eyes winced
somewhere someone maybe smiled
The lights were there
sick or drunken
shining through
a puddle of white tissue in my eyes
a puddle of detailed screams
a puddle of staring sunglasses
a puddle of lonelity and chaos
Someone is screaming
as we jump in
the lights the lights the lights
It seems I can't make sense
I have nail polish in my lungs
We jump out
and you are drenched
and I am old enough not to die.