The Loose Hurricane

That fool of a Hurricane came along
wearing her precious
golden wig

her bitch stamp

tempestuous temptress
twirling
spinning
violence through
internal bricks and boards

I am a carpenter
a blood sculptor
The Queen

my masterpiece
in matching
patterns
nailed to the walls

my precious dynasty
garnished with
parallel features
inside and
out

muscles and brawn
My King
mixed with this
destructive
maniacal
windstorm

she rushed him
in her
giant waves

into her vast Ocean
her wet white body

then ripped and yanked
at my prized
creation
jerking
wrenching
until defeat ambushed
her
from behind

she resigned

and I was left
with my masterpiece
to clear the clutter
the debris

watching the Ocean for the
return of
my King.

 

 

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11 thoughts on “The Loose Hurricane

  1. You are deep and wild, Maggie, and a fresh approach…I don’t know how you can churn these masterful insights out so fast. Once my thoughts start ‘leaking’ the flow finally comes but for me, it is hard at times….you, obviously, don’t have that problem hehe….Way to go Maggie Mae (i love your name..sorry)…my best, tom

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