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hurricanes - feel free to critique

Posted to Action Poetry

feel like a tv aerial all coming to me at once beauty and sky and don't give a fuck no more about living on the edge of something like watching an electric storm out in the atlantic when you stand on a florida beach supping some cocktail and it's mild and windy but you know the hurricane is coming and what the hell can you do apart from stand in your flimsy ramshackle houses and get swept away you might as well stand up to the fucka cos you know that if you do for a split second you might see or feel or hear god and that's worth a lifetime of crouching in alleyways and cowering in cellars