VERY LIKE A WHALE

VERY LIKE A WHALE

was up there somehow
miraculously, marvellously

hanging around just
below an underbelly
of interspersed
white
    and gray cloud

holding a conversation
with that expression
of cloudiness

whilst beneath us
two could hardly be
more well established actors
were playing characters
somewhat
hostile to each other

playing a game of
power, authority
and contending perspective

debating
     the difference between
what princely and sycophantic
imaginations might
project upon
cloud

and me ignoring this happily
knowing it by heart
having watched it to death

broke the fourth wall
to warn them
both of their deaths

until
    the cloud took me,
as I became
one
  with its vapours

crazy tableau upon tableau
as the stage lighting
got dimmer

darkness
in that prison

unless as
the god of this genre
as he did
to defend
his birthright
simply unlock everything

deus ex machina
a saucerful of insane secrets
hovering above
            the two of us

alien
vanity plates