Proverbs for Waves


From the balconies of a found Atlantis,

let the waves stack their fortunes


against both hunter and guest.

For the waves make


their grand bustle and suck,

but still the spray sues the air.


Let a spear be leveled and dropped,

let the surf’s lure gather your hips.


For a wave scours the just deserts

of both plangent and pitied.


Let the ears of the tide suspect

the igneous tongue of the moon.


For a wave molests the microseconds

and the fingertips of lost compadres.


Let the snowy skirts of the waves

batter all the boys in the broth.


For the dead in the thrall of the waves

rattle like a flush of stones.