Vol 4 No 1 2010
Mermaid’s Singing
Decadence is lonely, lovely—
sing me the reverse. Just a bit too
little honey in the acid, slightly bitter
pleasure, nothing worse.
I can see your smoothness, Decadence, in
starlight, O you monster of charisma!
To be speechless, shorn of neighbors,
this is plenty, this is ermine.
What is that which finds you, swimming,
sings your name, claims I know you,
mine, you are. Do only the damned hear
Philosophy of Lying for Philosophy of Mind?
If you are a witch you will not drown.
Kathleen Winter