Beneath the crescent moon <br />she dances the tarantella <br />with mammoth Martian crabs <br />of Burracho Beach. <br /> <br /> <br />Wildly she skips and twirls, <br />weaving veils of electric sand <br />between her and the leaden world <br />of sleepwalkers. <br /> <br /> <br />She invented polyester. <br />The graveyard shift psychic <br />at Henry Lung Fortune Cookie Works, <br />she plays alto sax with <br />the jazz quintet Wind Chill. <br />She has a pet ocelot named Leon. <br /> <br /> <br />Her bruised, brooding eyes <br />make Frankenstein's seem <br />shy and small. <br />She will convince you <br />the corner panhandler is <br />the second coming of Christ. <br />Without her, the seas <br />must turn to sand.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goddess-of-yodeling-mermaids-and-fire-eating-pelicans/
