A ring of townhouses
engaged in encircling the bearded cliff
sit, frowning at tempestuous purple-grey shadows;
framed landscapes hung 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 current grinds tears into sand.