today i ride screeching storms

today i ride screeching storms
don my lion's mane
slicked severe brown and gold
long flowing cape
unfurled dark dread shaped

slice and pierce easterlies blown fast
howling
i climb and i climb
fierce

soar over
thundering storm clouded beasts
swallow chimeras
vomit uroboros

launch lances serpent tipped
scaled tails
thorn wrapped bolts
and anvil weights

in all five oceans

crash and raise seven clawed swells
concentric
venomous milk froth white
grey blue

steel vendetta daggered shapes
sweep deadly and swift

flood mangrove coasts
break ice shelves

slash jungle tops
douse volcano flames plume white

fist pound lava planes
into parched dune deserts
salt flats sulfur bleached

crusted

cracked
scored
scorched
and dead;

then i wade
pebbled pools
stream dip
and cool

pick

pocket one,
a small worn stepping stone rock
smooth, slick
and dripping wet;

for you
another one for me;
this before sunrise
and our first cup of espresso (coffee).

then
we sit,
invent,
and play stepping stone games.







today i ride screeching storms
~noxalio~