Toby & Mick Are Being Watched

The red angled walls 
put me back in the belly
of the bear whale
the mother of the underneath
cymbal for sound over 
great deadly distance

Thank you Mr. Spermaceti
your lurid candor 
your descriptions
your coin
your Starbuck
you brought me way down
and promised to come 
up for air
when I need it

This archive dwells 
on the edge of the ocean
and risks the earth's rocks
and the sea's stocks
and we sit here
and talk and drink
and write and read
seeding the confidence
that might make
the next piece
piece of art