Poe-m-eta / ” Jean Jackets “

” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “




The sounds of the boardwalk seep through my hair

fingertips touch the back of my jacket

and it begins

pinned down

under a cloud of roses

a cloud of clouds

resting in stillness

until the beauty

makes my bones ache



moving from one world to the next

to the everyday


This time


somethings changed

ut oh,

all bets are off…


Stretching, recording a meta-journey.




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