the starbucks mermaid creeps me out
and I don’t see nothing but nectarines
from the cartel-guarded balcony
of our mansion
where we desire only to be seen
and shepherd the street sheep to
protect us with machine guns
from the counterfeit spy-dollars
who, stalking us to the beach
...
Author's Notes/Comments:
the title of this Poem is an easy allusion to one of Eliot's own, also, only further fractalized into the sort of meaning of blah blah blah. I will not send him a PM but decide to keep it standing solo til he inevitably either reads this and 'applauds' me via his own conviction in reading (quite probable), or ignoring this, and though blah blah blah