Mermaid

Someday I’ll be a mermaid, though you may not know it yet,

I'll finally swim free of here, no longer my parent’s pet.

My scales will be so gorgeous, an alluring glossy mesh,

My tail will finally grow out, no longer constrained by flesh.

My skin will be soft like silk, smoother than a ship’s sail,

My hair will be long and lustrous, never again short and male.

My siren’s song will be beautiful, formerly raspy and incomplete,

I won’t be their whipping boy, an easy mark to be beat.

I’ll rule the sea, immune to the whims of the riptide,

I’ll rise above the wave, life mine to decide.

Someday I’ll be a mermaid, the queen of my own undersea court,

But till then I'll be a landlubber, gazing longingly out to port.

The Poet

You are rubber, I am glue

My words always bounce off of you

My canned phrases come off incomplete

A lack of work, my undesireable feat

I wish I may, I wish I might

Say my words so they come out right

I rhyme within predictable stanzas and bars

I'm unbearable with my massive repertoire

John Donne said no man is an island, but he never met me

I'm never speaking again, dammit. Rhyming is for chumps.

Poem 3

Future poetry will/would go here.

Words.