Sirens, Mermaids And Mongrel Manatees

The skipperless ship seemingly steered itself,

a seabound sarcophagus, circling, spiraling;

sailing steadily, surely, to the source

of the spellbinding, sepulchral, sound

at the center of the surreal and swirling storm.

 

Soon we saw the sultry, sensuous siren:

statuesque, salacious, seductive and sinister.

In solitude, she sat swaying side to side

singing soulful soliloquies of sadness,

suffering, sorrow, sin and insanity.

 

Mesmerized, my muscles motionless,

mentally mired in a mystic, miasmic, milieu,

a maniacal melee menaced my mind

as melodious mermaid minstrels

molested me with malevolent medleys.

 

Against this mongrel manatee melody,

I mightily mustered my mettle,

managing a momentary memory

– my mirthful maiden’s mouth meeting mine –

then: monstrous mayhem, mutilationand massacre.