a mermaid pale, victorian,
sits beside me gazing.
she combs out a snarl from her hair
her tail wraps round her ass
foamy minty coffee
sinking in this sagging couch
watching flies go in and out the door
the counter girl, disgusted says
she saw her boyfriend
with another woman on the web
and still he lied until she said:
dude you were wearing
the same outfit
a line of elvis figurines
croon and thrust atop the refrigerator case,
opposite the bad paintings of rock stars,
the one piano,
the sign read backward through the glass:
learn to use art 4 justice
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