Tag Archives: paranoia

Mermaid Blood

They joked, at the Olympics, that she should be checked for mermaid blood.

She flows through the water like the sirens of lore, as easily as one born to it.

She flows with grace and purity, a dream sharpened in harshness and blood.

 

On land, in her tracksuit and gold medals, smiling for cameras, waving to fans,

she speaks of God and Jesus’ grace and redemptions and salvations, and though

I believe, I turn my face away, pull away admiration, because she might hurt me.

 

The child of God may hurt one of His unwanted children, one like me, scattered

like ashes in the wind, like starlight into empty eternity, dreams never sharpened.

If she didn’t hold the gun, she’d sell me into the hand of the one who always does.

 

Rich and safe and easily holding the hand of iron and pride, so easily walking the path

that was made for the pale and powerful, she’d turn on me, destroy me, deny me.

Gatekeeper of paradise that thinks the controls the turning swords or the burning blade.

 

And so I fear one who should be my sister, my own kind, my own kin among the stars.

I watch her, primal and pure in those crystal clear waters, as easy as one born to it.

But I’d never look her in the eye, say her name, for she holds the blade to my throat.

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Sea of Tranquility

I sit in a swing, watching the house burn, the house where we were children.

Slowly push my self back and forth on tired legs, to dissassociative to care.

I’m watching myself, the orange flames ripping open the night on my face.

I’m a tin dime angel, addled brain almost touching heaven, which the flames reach.

I know you’re up in the sky, the eye in the moon, the listening dish, Sea of Tranquility.

You have that pilots clearance and the love of all that’s holy, good little princess.

I might have gotten something in my mind from kissing your older sister, a tumor.

I’m like neither of you, neither saint or demon, just at a loss for who to breathe in.

The house burns and I don’t care, not even my revenge gives me any feeling here.

I still float, brain damage and alcohol making me float, far away from you, in Tranquility.

The ashes always become embers, and I can never be free, my demons are invincible.

The Raptors are scrambled to take me to hell, still better than being a drone like you.

Still I have the name of love carved in my belly, without your name beside it.