The Poolside Mermaid

I met her at the ocean of the neighborhood Thinking very bad about an appearance so good Swimming around in shallow chlorine Fins of elegance floating in a liquid cuisine Purified perfections provided Preferably by peaceful premonitions These premonitions despite being picture perfect They are nothing more than dark clouds of imagination That shouldn't even be worth it The value of the clarity Still damages my lonely reality Beach side sitting in the sand Building castle walls that surround my ugly shackled feet Looking from a far As the brown skinned Ariel Walks on water with new legs Side by side with new prince Of equal quality appearance With another sign of pure loneliness becoming coherent As I sink in the sand Watching here presence drift away All I can do is mourn Because as the sand buries me into a grave So did the mystique of the poolside mermaid