The misappropriated mermaid lords it
over poorly paid women told to smile
while taking orders. We all are thoroughly
trickled on again. I no longer own a house
to leave to my children to bicker over
or perhaps to share because who
can afford one on their own anymore?
It’s toast, hold the avocadoes, from now on
in this Grand Canyon stratified America
with its orange cretined majesty
from private beach to private beach
with just enough liberty for some.
The Misappropriated Mermaid
One response to “The Misappropriated Mermaid”
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Very good from catchy title to private beach to private beach.
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About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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