Why leave the beach?
Feel like a vagabond traveler
Picking up trash, swatting away flies
Dishes are greasy and so am I
SUV permeates smell of hot leather
As I await my doom
Lego movie sounds throughout the car - drawing everyone to nonsense
Factory plumes funnel poisoned air
Long stretches of grass, where they claim they fell in love
Tall buildings rise into the sky, their lies of achievement and progress sing
Fast food beckoning from the side of the road
Heat bouncing off the pavement
Telephone poles bouncing electricity into the mind
To look or not look at the wedding?
That's the great question - are they caressing along the shoreline
That I tore myself apart from?
At this point, I can only blame myself for continuing to live in nepotism
And not dive straight into the unknown
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
