Always mad mermaid girl (with hair of red)
Sad because her thunder-bird played dead
And In her ear it fed
Her lies, it said;
You do not do, you do not do
A mantra for the manic mind
A skewed perception here you may find,
the inner inception is marble heavy -
filled a bag of god but inside we’re empty.
While luna sacrifices with her cancerous-pallors
eating men like air with black sweet blood mouthfuls
there beneath the bloody trap you’ll see
these hoods of bone don’t shine for we.
Lasso the neck for love is gone-
In the house of barn, the calm will come
put down your swords, the battle is won
The jar consumes the chime of the bell, enclosed or loud; we’re going to hell
Ding- dong! Ding- dong! It’s too much we yell,
scared because we don’t know what’s real
just sometimes we do feel
that a terrible fish does dance within
the pool of silver we live in.
It’s not just the shaking hot, aguey tendon
warm like Hiroshima ash or two friends eating in
We don’t feel right, it it’s not happening,
not with you, nor him, nor him.
Hark! Now we hear them!
A body of accomplishments
eats the last of our oxygen
outlaw all extrapolation, here's my manic depression-
my white troubled serpent;
she isn’t theatrical, no this is an accident-
It’s psychological, this isn’t malevolent
we aren’t innocent
without the white of the ocean
we drown in the sin,
She was, she was, she was
clear eyed and troublous
wrung her hands most precocious
threw herself down on the ground
crying because she couldn’t focus
saw that little stalk without wrinkle- it was her own golden lotus.
Her fond heart charred as any matches
mind poured content into patches
with reality she soon detached from us;
while staring out upon the zest top
shuffling to the edge and flying off; her first thought
our fair Sylvia stood back and thought
“I ought not”,
still she climbed out the window and peeled off her napkin
that up-and-down tumultuous pattern.
soon tore off her clothes and gave them up to the nurses,
killed herself in a blast and said; “Hope this doesn’t curse us.”
Just then said her clear eye, dripping and porous;
“I dreamt it true when I said that you bewitched me into bed.
I wish I’d loved my thunder bird instead-
but here we are, it’s the cauldron of morning-
my violent fish ripples like a creel of eels
so hear this, my forewarning;
With one too many dimensions to enter,
a spiritual Caesar smiles hooks through the bird in my center-
The cat is out, the children aren’t hungry
If aged I’m a lake, what- wet- was the young me?
Teddy Ted Ted, I hate you, don’t leave me
guess what, believe me-
kiss my ass, boy you dreamed me
you never did need me
well, now I am care free
should’ve gassed you instead-
the plum to your fruit tree,
hope you’re feeling well fed
miss my idiosyncrasies
now our fruit is your duty
the leaves are a beauty, but watch where you tread
these roots aren’t lain loosely
it’s the way we are bred,
Oh, our sweet bees are growing profusely!
I’m not that unruly- I got milk and bread-
So go and plant me a fig tree, how’s it taste
now I’m dead?”
The clear vowels tightened around him like a fat gold watch, it was clever;
It was nobodies and had nothing to do with exploding balloons- (no it never).
By Jasmine Dine
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