Searching For The Two-Tailed Mermaids

Improvised writing

Bellicose and brutal, the baffled land on the boat as it bends into the stars. Radar out, looking for palindromes on every level, the sumptuous feast of mosquitos was too much to resist. Wings flapping, eyes too close together, and photogenic fears all on the vampire’s immortal breath oxygen coffin. Silent daylight after the noise of the night, resting in the folds of silk and spiders. Mist rising in the graveyard garden, the stones battered and broken by the vandalism of time.

I awoke to see the moon bouncing in the sea, and more ships hovering above the horizon. Orange streaks across the sky, lines of jet fuel dehydrating above the world’s deserts. The colour of blood doubted by the doctor who wasn’t sure on the source, except that is was not from an accused anthropoid. Surely under the Earth the answers must slip through the weeds like loose butter streams flowing speedily by the splattered walls of the sea bed.

Only the kindness of the reformed heart can help now. Black and red in contrast to the flags of the opposition that bundle lies into tins of spaghetti, sold as plastic. The final push from the crimson finger between the slats in the tank turret. A small soldier appears from behind a smiling otter, beckoning to the glass sand dunes and cavorting with the silverfish under the mirrors.

Flightless giraffes and the safety of the coin collection in the vault are stretched by the dangers of their own protection. Shields and shadow, burnt postcards from combat, pictured victims still screaming next to the postage stamps. Somersaults and supplements choking on the horse, landing square but without reasonable features, gesturing to the judge over the case and the zips.

Two prams, rusty wheels, squeaking like a mouse on fire, tells the story of the madness needed to make the right choices. Everyone claps as the room starts to shrink until eventually there is no more room to spread your arms. Only then can the teeth clamp down on the bottom row in a chatter of principals closing universities.

Paralysis in the pilots, clouds of cloaks whisked away in a vicious wind, carrying questions to the martyrs under the bridge, near the shallow river of pests. All locusts banned for the exhibition, titled creatures that dance with the eyes of the asteroids, sink down beyond the gaps in the missing two-tailed mermaids.