In the Streets Beneath the Ocean by John W. Sexton
in the streets beneath the ocean
on her coral chair
the fishes whisper secrets
beneath her seaweed hair
she’s got a tumour in her head
that’s a glowing pearl
she’s a strange strange strange
underwater girl
in the streets beneath the ocean
she combs her seaweed hair
the dolphins bring her children
that have drowned down there
and she makes them coats from sailors’ skin
gives them gold from sailors’ teeth
taken from the sunken ships
wrecked upon the reef
I caught her in a dream one time
or maybe she caught me
took me from my sleeping brain
into the deepest sea
gave me seven kisses
and seven cups of wine
promised me promised me
that she’d be mine
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