Taken By Mermaids by Ken L. Jones

The bright guitar playing city lights clipped the wings
Of a beach that seemed to be made of beer cans
And so it never really spawned any delicious songs
And its coastal gardens were changed forever
As the wetlands became a dim sweet memory
And now slightly sad is its only coin of the realm
Beneath a moon that is now a ballroom made of gas lit silk
That calls out to me from this sapphire Mecca’s prayer towers
To atone for my part in all this guilt