Circus Contraption
Acrophelia's Lament
There, the trout cavort with butterflies on pinsAnd mummies try to cheer me with their rictus grinsAs pickled punks stare through the junk, he mounts a cat with finsDoes he notice, there beneath my dusty skinThe warmth glowing within?Mermaids, hideous, scream their lust through lips sealed with twineCan he turn to me if it proves in the endThings with flippers and fins make untrustworthy friends?Where does curio end and companion begin?Shrunken heads converse in bed with mysteries of the seaDoes he long for the promise of mermaiden grace?While I rest in my caseWill they look after me?Will I ever be free?
From Letras Mania