Old Poetry: Meter Shower

Delicate mauve stinger
drifts through sunlit aqua shadows.

Above, a chunk of bone-white moon
hangs between molar clouds.

Peaks bare their fangs in response.
The invertebrate shimmers and shines

as chondrites smatter the ocean’s surface.
Tentacles split apart. Lappets float free
among glass spheres and death stones.

Oh, how we press on.
How we slink onto the porch

to drink morning coffee and submerge
in wordplay black-and-whites.

How we unhinge our jaws
at the sky as it grins back, sinister.

And the air rains rocks
and the jellyfish is torn apart
            and the woman crosses out
another folded paper answer.