Thursday, July 4, 2013

An angry sea

Black waves
charge the shore
Heavy booted,
bumptious roar

Lighthouse lost,
no candy-cane core
Flashes warning,
Red-eye sore

Amber-lit street
Lures walkers home
A sinister safe
The Ripper's M.O.

A child on the radio
cried for his mum
Wanting to climb
into her coffin

Hands that choked 
had stroked her before
An angry sea
cannot ignore

Climbs the night street
a monster in heat
Quickens the step,
no rest in peace.

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