A wave smacks against a rock.
An impulse of anger,
the mannerism of motion in shock.
How dare it be confined to the sea
And to be so abruptly
trapped.
The great protector shouts above,
bellowing at the bitch below.
Swirling silver soot in the sky.
Coaxing this seafoam lover
with his lullaby.
A harmony with thunder is tried:
A distant, rustling swing,
dissonance personified.
The rotting place of algae
and where childhood comes to die.
The moon cannot be seen
Behind a viscous, smoky sheen.
And atop the barren beaches,
You stand nobody has ever been.
Breath in the salt and cream.
Accept a moment’s reprieve.
But cast a lighthouse beam,
evaluate perceptionality.
Escape your own damn mind.
But beware crashing insanity,
Rippling in a riptide,
nobody can hear you scream.