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.
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.
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