Monday Poem

Storm

whips crack over the
back of Massamet

lurid light
color of lime

May spits crazy
cat calls through
the wet lips of June

croaks
big threats

groans like distant trains
hauling mayhem up slopes

sky, a mad gymnast of electricity
tumbles and casts bolts
that land like T-Rex bones
upon a timpani

drums thump down under
circumambulating blasts of Jericho
let-loose spirit

uncorked jinn
flattens new corn low
upon a bed of fresh compost

god’s blow

blow god
blow!

god above god
below!

.
by Jim Culleny
6/8/12

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