Stormy Sea Rain
a phalanx of dinosaur backs
marched toward a shieldless rubble of shore.
fleet winds lashed
cat-o'-ninety under tumescent skies
bloated with juggernauts of pewter.
boats were splinters in a flail of liquid skin.
froth boomeranged around a lone dock pile,
bidding it to creak and groan and
stir the fierce cauldron of roiled brine.
a mad-bellied shatter of a cloud
bared its gut of frantic gulls
to exult in sprays of squawky throes.
rain
skydived to needle puddles.
it pucker-slapped windshields
and black plains of sad, flat tar.
rain,
it died less than courageous,
like the fled lies of the mourning doves,
no loyalty from their olive-branchless 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 invoked the smitten bliss of blued sailors,
a merfolk-kiss on their fleshless brows;
and the abysmal folly of naval battles,
so many puny jousts of
thalassocracy and tyrant, death and war,
none of it to sate, only spur
the violent lusts of water.
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