GREEN SQUALL

Lightning---
Now there's a sexy machete: a pounce of sky electric---
      electricitied--- inflamed.

            What's the sugar, Hurricane?

The rain's all tinned romantic in the water pots.

The waterspouts are full-on
Rashmahanic.

            What's the hurry, Sugarcane?

A pounce of sky enlightninged,
Edgy-sexed....

This is the sugar.

This is the hurry.