Weather inspired.

I can throw an orange from my doorstep and have it land in the ocean 20m away (That's right, with a solid orange in hand I can throw all sorts of outlandish distances). Anyways the ocean is next door and when a storm blows in from the south it's great - it's action filled and rust creating. When the storm blows for 7 days and my ears are sore whether I'm inside or outside of the house it's not great - it's pushy and callous. It has inspired two poems, one serious, one beatnik. Here they are:

Number 1.

There is a see-saw ship
Through gritted teeth
And salt filled eyes
I'm nauseous

Waves and gulls and puuushhh of water

Exhale and breath is ripped away
inhale and it's sand.
Flax and rocks and crabs in hiding
Roughcast ocean scene


Number 2.

White Water Pounding
White Water Pounding
White Water Pounding
Pounding
Smash.

Thank you.