Goddess Of Yodeling Mermaids And Fire-Eating Pelicans
Beneath the crescent moon
she dances the tarantella
with mammoth Martian crabs
of Burracho Beach.
Wildly she skips and twirls,
weaving veils of electric sand
between her and the leaden world
She invented polyester.
The graveyard shift psychic
at Henry Lung Fortune Cookie Works,
she plays alto sax with
the jazz quintet Wind Chill.
She has a pet ocelot named Leon.
Her bruised, brooding eyes
make Frankenstein's seem
shy and small.
She will convince you
the corner panhandler is
the second coming of Christ.
Without her, the seas
must turn to sand.
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