In two foot of water
Foaming like baking soda
8 footer in front
You’re far enough back
From the rage
Smoking break-your-back
Rage
It contorts then dumps
The 2nd broil
Like cake mix
Hits like a cushion
Filled with lead
Rips your legs out
Sizzles salt
Lifts into nothing
And nails you against the grain
Rashy knees
Giggles and splutter
Quickly turn to watch
Another pole-axing
Monolith
Arc and shape
The avocado water in the barrel
Phosphorate
Instant
(Bawley Point,16 March 2014)
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