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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Supernatural · #2344854

A daysailor questions what he saw was indeed real.



Catchin’ some wind one afternoon

in a spinnaker christened Kate.

Blue sky, calm sea, warm summer breeze:
Lone solitude was my first mate.



My brew was cold. My smoke was green. 

My music was smooth Orleans blue.

I cracked a beer and rolled a joint

as cloud figures rolled into view.



Vivid among the clouds I saw

Santa Claus ridin’ a dragon. 

Off to the left, a chubby kid

pulled Teddy bears in a wagon.



The sky was full of many sights

from gargoyles to a chimpanzee.

Then, suddenly, I heard a splash,

drawing my focus to the sea.



Stunned, I watched half-woman, half-fish

breaching gracefully in the air.

Her sun-kissed skin and deep green scales

complemented her rainbow hair.



A string of pearls and matching studs

adorned both her ears and her neck.

In her rainbow hair, I saw there
a shell comb with sparkly gold fleck.



But for the few pieces of bling, 

this aquatic creature was nude.

I dared not move for fear she’d leave.

On this jewel my eyes kept glued.



Suddenly, she began to swim

ever closer to Kate and me.

Strung-out in a hypnotic buzz,

I blindly jumped into the sea.



In the water I splashed about,

but her image could not be seen.

Gone was this picturesque vision.

Vanished had my wettest wet dream.





She could not be, I told myself,
as I steadily sailed for home,

Unaware, lyin’ next to me

was my elusive dream’s shell comb.

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8 syllables per line

Line count: 40
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