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
Copyright © Aaron Canzater | Year Posted 2011
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