my blue heaven, re: old

"Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nigh
Hurry to my Blue Heaven
Turn to the right, there's a little white light
Will lead you to my Blue Heaven

We're happy in my Blue Heaven
We're happy in my Blue Heaven!"

these walls are plaster ghosts
missing marrow

some frames and furniture have been extracted like tumors

so all that lingers is the bitter taste of evaporated milk on my tongue

and i wobble weak and weightless with pale, petrified limbs

at night, in this strange single bed

i dream of dying beluga whales fading into the bottom of the ocean

small white pearls sinking into the dark depths of a liquid heaven

falling like snowflakes onto an underwater cemetery of silt, sunken ships, and fallen kings

where death is not what's below but rather all around

being forgotten, yet still they seem to smile

sometimes i wonder if they are even heard when they hit the floor

or if they just land silently like unknown soldiers

you have gone and i have lost my home

it and i have faded away to a skeletal foundation

with organs labeled and lumped into cardboard boxes

set to ship tomorrow morning

alone, i feel trapped inside the bowels of a hollow corpse

abandoned in the empty belly of a dead beluga whale

yet still i smile while drowning softly, silently, and surely until i hit the ground

of my blue heaven

filled with silt, sunken ships, and fallen sea kings