climate denial

sleep plunder wear yr

song foam's ,laundry

ththundders up yr

hash faced egg an

aspirina's skin inside

a hair tide's warning

,clown yrself ,drown

the blank cloud yr

silence bbooms yr

final loom wheeling

in a sack off cli

ff thr own

yr soaking shorts yr

glanced rope smudge

Tormented in Ivan Argüelles'

Tempesta di Mare