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.