MY LONG TREK ON WRONG LEGS, BEG DYNAMITE FROM HUSH DUDS
DAMP CANNONS BILLOW IN THE EAST WIND, LIKE FLACCID DRAGONS
GAGGING ON IRON APPLES
I SURGE IMPOTENT IN MY WRATH, SUNBATHING BY AFTERGLOW
HEROICALLY CONTAINED.    
DISMANTLED...

I CRAFT THE WITHERING OF MY FURY
WITH A STEADY HAND; AND A JADED HEART
STARK BLIGHT, DRAINS  MY CUP OF  THUNDER, WHERE MY LIGHTNING CLOTS
WHERE SOLID DARK
HARKENS

MY YELLOW SUN HARDENS; LIKE AN UNSTRUCK COIN
BLANK IN MY POCKET

SHARDS OF DULL ACHE... UNSHARPEN

MY RED SEA
DEPARTS

MY KELP BEDS
DISMAYED.