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!
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by Jim Culleny
6/8/12