Whale Poetry

 

On Becoming

 Should I become

Driftwood

Or the sea

The shore 

Or the rip tide?

Should I be

The storm

Or the rain

The cloud

Or the wind?

Should I 

Thunder

Or fly

Strike down

Or light up?

Won't you tell me?

Nature is not a metaphor 

For my emotions

For capitalism

For meaning

For poetry

This emptied gulf

This plastic dotted beach

"Inside opening out

Outside opening in"

I am, at once, at once

It's Only 4 Degrees

I wanna see this world, I wanna see it boil
I wanna see this world, I wanna see it boil
It's only four degrees, it's only four degrees
It's only four degrees, it's only four degrees

I wanna hear the dogs crying for water
I wanna see fish go belly-up in the sea
All those lemurs and all those tiny creatures
I wanna see them burn, it's only four degrees

And all those rhinos and all those big mammals
I wanna see them lying, crying in the fields

I wanna see them burn, it's only four degrees
I wanna see them burn, it's only four degrees
I wanna see them burn, it's only four degrees

I wanna burn the sky, I wanna burn the breeze
I wanna see the animals die in the trees

Oh let's go, let's go it's only four degrees
Oh let's go, let's go it's only four degrees
Oh let's go, let's go it's only four degrees
Oh let's go, let's go it's only four degrees

I wanna burn them, I wanna burn them
I wanna burn them