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The Mermaid’s Arms


J. Elk-Baptisté



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J. Elk-Baptisté


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The Mermaid’s Arms




Tic Tac


Chill breezing past the outhouse door

Soft shoe shuffle in my drab slippers

To prevent the toes from dying


“Man In Toot Loses Feet To Frostbite”

You see the headline don’t you?

Thank the Lord for the view I suppose


Again—because without it a man would go mad

Of a morn’ with the sheer boredom and the weather

But the view out there with the door open


Out over the bay where I see those trawlers

Setting out is fantastic really

And that despite the misty conditions and


The nagging smell of oatmeal wafting out from inside

And the paper this morning is a trifle thin

For the coin; hardly seems worth it


As for the news itself, there’s not much to any of it

It’s a pity someone doesn’t do something

Newsworthy


Anything—something light-hearted would be fine

Because I don’t think much of these funnies either

Tom Hanks has been at it again I see


Was okay in the one with the airliner; played the captain

Nope—name escapes me I’m afraid

Cannot be too important can it?


Now here’s an interesting article

The U.S. Air Force has been keeping busy

Chasing Tic Tacs




Mer-people


Mer-people of the world

Oannes and the rest of you

Gather ‘round good folk and

I’ll see if I can entertain you


It might not be at all possible of course

But I shall try…

Do my best

Promise


Let’s see then

Have you heard the one about the cod?

No?

South African smoked cod?


Well—that’s gone down like a ton of ballast

Hasn’t it?

Mister, Cray-bird will you resume your seat?

Nah—second thought--never mind, John, mate


This lot wouldn’t know “funny” if it got up and gaffed ‘em

Everyone wants trouble don’t they?

Try to pass time with a little light comedy

Bit of free stand-up—and look what you get


Fucking steamed fish

Hey—that’s not too bad actually, steamed fish

Okay cool it bastards—chill!

Check the fish over near the stairs, John


Are we getting out of here alive

Do you think? Can still try--yes?

All right buddy, follow me and don’t

Bother trying to blend in




Police


The police have been to the door

Warning that the dam across the road

Atop the high hill there

Might fail

And we will be tsunamied into oblivion


We are instructed to cross the bridge

Get into the town and spend

The remainder of the day

Chatting with strangers

In the safety of Woolworth’s car-park


I’m so tired

It‘s like some arse-hole whispered in my ear while I slept

Giving sly suggestions

Sleep—sleep—after awakening tomorrow you will spend

The entire day sucked dry of all energy you will

Never again feel refreshed, know anything of vitality

Or true stamina because your plug’s yanked




Police are back


Drug raid on this occasion


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