Bedraggled river nymphs
born to paddle the earth
through the vapours of heaven.
Holy beings in a dry fluid
abstaining from cheesecake
and improper forms of sexual congress
laying on toward paradise.
The hazards of wine cannot be refuted
by those benefiting
from the pleasant unknotting effects
of slipping away in the body of a marsh fox
and never to return.
Through tiny fissures
created by the strain of laughter
the snide carny-man
grows nocturnally from her hip
as she walks in the certainty of error.