Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poem 20 : The Mermaid I Should Paint

The Mermaid I Need to Paint

She’s helpless you see, in a STRONG way.

She’s got heavy ruby red nipples pierced with regret.

Her sighs tie whale songs into balloon knots.

Disney shudders to imagine her.

Graceless, cursing, drunk like a fish.

More sexual than sexy, more salty than the sea.

She’d have nothing good to say of dolphins or sharks other than…

They both taste like starfish

With just the tiniest hint

Of drowning fishermen.

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