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Abstract, Black and White, Gloom, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sea, Storm
A hairnet of pink lightning
Flames across glum skies
Shadows saunter, charcoaling
The Sea’s velvet skin
October wind coos
Across ruffled iron peaks
The Brine percolates
Each heaving sigh beckoning
Violently out of place
Craggy Fool remains
Askew at the tide-line
Like a lazy sketch
His bulged back still aches
From last night’s dune-pillowed sleep
Nascent rain oozing
Down the minefield of his face
A lifetime of anomie
Stings in his shoulders
His nails chew through leather palms
His eyes cloud with Storm
He envies the clams
Where dungeons feel like Home
And little mole crabs
Soothed by every ruthless blow
Silent moments
Rarely come
Through the ocean thrum
From cinder plumes
Scavengers plunge
Ranting, brash and loud
Tearing out his thoughts, like guts
Twirling filipendulous
A Day in the Brine 