Lost was
The Algae-bra
That held the gigantic bosom
of the conforming demi-god
Mermaid,
sea-nymph Angelica,
Who held the reigns over
the rain-lands relations.

She was no goddess,
But a type of faux-pagan
Aphrodite
And each of her people swore
by her
but secretly hated her insides,
her outsides being made of pure-candied femme,
but not so much so that it hid her impending
ugliness.


And once she had a sister,
Gone to live in the sky,
Away from Atlantis,
far from the Pisces queen.
So ugly and yet inside, as beautiful as the
sea it-self,
She had once met Infant Infinity
And had even made Orphee, smile,
But she died on the moon,
the virgin made,
the maid of math,
was exiled.

September 24, 2011