I never expected to feel such a dancing disaster
playing over the nerves beneath my skin.
It was as if I had powered them with the famous acid
that grins within the shoulders of a mermaid.
I had seen her many years ago
washed up on the shore and singing.
Silver tears rolled down her cheeks
to form a cheese of fine consistency
with a flavor that formed carnivals
within the loving mouth.
I offered her a crimson seashell
that floated like a boat
and sailed with her to unknown shores
where the sand glittered in gentle greens
and blues
reminiscent of the perumes of Arabia.
From these I crystallized a purple wine
more intoxicating than the dreams of paradise
that had circled like tornadoes
over the graves of wise cuttle fish
and hunted for the silken minds of children
who had knives for eyes
and stared down every
uniformed conformist.
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