lost at sea lost in space lost on earth lost w/in
the belly of the pregnant Lorelei mating w/ a
great white shark her mermaid grandmother;
lusts for the sailors of the wide wide seas of
yore when every man had a boy & girls were
not allowed aboard cuz a woman is bad luck
at sea cuz once a month they drew sharks like
bluebottle flies on ****; like Harpies singing
in ur sleep; Sirens chiming in like a Gospel
choir; I hear the bleating of the white sheep
as I search for the golden fleece hanging from
the Joshua tree on the mound atop the mountain
atop the wooden crucifix carved by the hermit
who watches us from his foolish hilltop to the
bellows & gales of laughter from beneath the
blue where Neptune & Poseidon sport w/ Belle
in the waves; green & blue beneath the sun &
moon where sits a woman watching the waves
thrash & crash against the rocky shore; the ship
is lost & every man on it has disappeared w/ an
undersea wife; her tail flashing wet & green she
takes her man down to the deep where he is forever
grateful for the rescue from his mortal wife atop
the widow's walk looking for a ghost ship to emerge
from the mist never arriving; the sailor drowned
at sea beneath the watchful eyes of Moon Woman