our lady of the living room

My siren is blue as the veins where she swims For the moment she sleeps on mother-of-pearl And on the ocean I create for her She can visit the magic grottoes of preposterous isles There some very foolish birds converse with crocodiles who never finish up And the very foolish birds fly above the blue siren The crocodiles return to their drink And the island doesn’t come back doesn’t come back from where it’s placed where my siren and I have forgotten it My siren has some very beautiful stars in her sky Blonde stars with black eyes Red haired stars with sparkling teeth and dark stars with beautiful breasts Each night three by three alternating the color of their hair These stars visit my siren This makes for lots of comings and goings in the sky But my siren’s sky isn’t an ordinary sky My siren has seven boats on her ocean Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday Some with steam the others with sails Some rapid the others slow But all beautiful all charming with sailors who know their craft

My siren has soaps in ail shapes and colors To wash her lovely skin My siren has many soaps One for her hands Another for her feet One for yesterday One for tomorrow One for each eye And that one for her scaly tail And this other one for her hair And another one for her belly And another one for her back.