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