For William Session, Dead in 2020
The dolphin you hear
In nightvision footage
Of the Waco
Water tank
Amplified all night
Isolated; amphibious
Was likely a bad dolphin
A product of his times
Perhaps a rapist
This recording of a dolphin’s song
“As under a green sea,
I saw him drowning”
And now you may lie
In your own sweet tank
One of Lilly’s dolphins
Amplified
All night
Isolated;
Fentanyl Moon
I never touch the stuff
But I sure do think
About the moon
Like dirty snow
Like a fentanyl patch
The nurse stole off the shoulder
Of a cancer patient
Chewing like gum
Buster Keaton Moon
The moon was always wearing black face
The moon was always wearing white face
Tom Will writes poems and lives in Tennessee. He has been published in Misery Tourism, Apocalypse Confidential, and Rejection Letters; and is forthcoming in: New Pop Lit, Door is a Jar, Tragickal, Version 9, and ZVONAiNARI. For all inquiries, please email him at TomWillWillTom@protonmail.com.
Illustration by Adam Lehrer