Colossal

Call me by my birthstone:
Pearl, clam's onomatopoeia
Through the storm
Deep down the cerulean sea
I sail my inflated boat.
Hovering towards me, 
Kraken, ancient Scandinavian,
drag my burden down
as I flap my emerald tail one last time,
like a mermaid
of antagonistic tales.

For no one sings my dark fantasies, as
the whole world 
only waits for my trophy.

For Plath, my mother, like vines I crawl
through the corners of this city in 1963
where I hear their disparaging exclamations.

Flâneur, I wander with my floating feet,
without silk top hat above my head, 
still, I am a gentle lad,
looking for my long-lost French coat.