I’m a fucking Hurricane
and you’re the coast of Florida.
I’m the Ocean exploding over Sea-walls
and blasting winds throwing showers of Salt down with waterfalls of rain.
I hope you know how to swim,
Because if you don’t,
you’re going to be drowned and battered
into the hull of a ship
Or buried in an instant
beneath 900 tons of water.
I’m going to fill your lungs
and pull you out to me,
where in a seascape of such immensity
and glorious horrifying Augustial fear
blended with a sky of
Saintly blue-grey smears and Lividus hues,
a soul shaking battle of light and Darkness,
the last thing you will see
In every direction
as far as you can see
Pulling you into my depths,
Beneath the waves.