washed over by glancing
clouds destroying
themselves

a slow tipping of one
place into another

me. a stop in the way.

within lost temperance
gloated at the soak being
soaked

joyless **** but sure captain
took to the bilge pumps
and purged.

water splashing off clammy
surface layered stale from
leaked toxins shut tight
under the run from
sky
to sea.

what did not stick, or
was imbibed
pooled around lifting
an oily sheen from the
ground.

imagining the dirt as blame
the breadth of broken
sky spoke
boozed baptism

wretch