Sizzling lightning,
loud thunder rolls,
moving in closer
along the shoals.
Screaming wind,
it’s much too late
to get to shore,
to evacuate.
Raining torrents.
Cannot see shit.
He’s just going
to deal with it.
Liquor straight up
poured from a flask.
“I’ll show you to
take me to task!”
Battened hatches,
all stores secured,
huge waves crashing,
“Oh Lord, Lord, Lord.”
“May Day! May Day!”
Gulp. Sip. Gulp. Sip.
Fears he’s going
down with his ship.
Drunk as a skunk
by dawn’s first light.
Damn fool sailor
survived the night.
“See, you wind bag?
I kicked your ass!”
slurs he as he pours
a victor’s glass.