A ring of townhouses
Engaged in encircling the bearded cliff,
Sit, frowning at tempestuous
The shared colour scheme
Of tossed pillows hanging —
A framed landscape under picture-light eyes.
Rocky tears fall,
Into the infinite swirl of sea.
My odyssey is wine-red.
Waves crash against townhouses;
Blood-drop spittle lands on windows
As a cat inside flexes its paws
And the undercurrent grinds tears into sand.