Stormy Sea Rain
a phalanx of dinosaur backs
marched toward a shieldless rubble of shore.
winds lashed cat-o'-ninety
under surly skies of gigantic pewter.
boats seemed splinters in a flail of liquid skin.
froth boomeranged around lonely dock lumber,
bidding it to creak and groan and
stir the fierce cauldron of brine.
a mad-bellied shatter of cloud
bared its gut of frantic gulls,
vomiting them in sprays of squawky throes.
rain
skydived to drive needles into puddles.
it pucker-slapped windshields
and the black plains of sad, flat tar.
rain,
it died less than courageous,
fleeing like the lies of mourning doves,
no loyalty in their olive-branch-less feet.
rain,
it fell impenitent,
naked as the fake raiment of lying kings.
it fell judgemental,
chastising the greed of pirates who had scratched to drown,
downward after golden winks.
rain,
it was the smitten bliss of blued sailors,
a merfolk kiss on their fleshless brows;
it was the abysmal folly of naval battles,
so many puny jousts of death and war,
thalassocracy and tyrant,
none of it to sate, only to spur
the violent lusts of water.
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