Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene
 

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears)
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud

bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably,

desperately, faintly, glumly,

yet plaintively, muttered aloud,

no evading the steadily avowed

 

atheist approaching COSMO funnel
(dumb mental) stormy dan yell cloud,
cuz far as the eye could see -
at least by this Beatle browed

bipedal hominid (north, south,
east, and west), the conical, demoniacal,

and elliptically endowed
sky high reversed cone, bow wowed
wailing 10,000 maniacs +
same number of banshees

 

wove weft and white
across wide whirled web
whereat, the black vortex

vacuumed everything insight (chowed
down) with loud violent row
dee earsplitting soundcloud everything

within a vast path got plowed
obliterated, and annihilated proud

lee into bajillion smithereens,

hence mine entire being

 

held spellbindingly agog
frozen in place ruff lee akin

to well trained dog
without a chance to bark a blog

mired stock still courtesy,
sans extreme fear comp
pounded (maybe attributed
to absolute zero apr) via
quintessential supreme tear

roar immovable paralysis

plus helpless as pollywog

lacking seizure of critical
whatsapp cerebral cog

as if blinded by skewed light

feeling doped up Asian a mental fog,
cuz nothing withstood

the incalculable suction

emitting barrage of sounds -
hmm...methinks or imagined,

I heard cry of a hog

amidst the pandemonium,

plus uproarious, ominous,

and insidious howl,
though still some

scant miles removed,
the deafening roar

felt like top of my head

blasted unable to jog
free (like a bajillion trained

thundering mashing monsters

at loggerheads) these screaming
quasi nemesis seemingly
horrifically, and directly
into my tender ears
constant subjection analogous
being thrust into a huge blender
to make eggnog
seemingly already felt

fate hermetically sealed,

where state of this Union

soldier reincarnate blocked

by quasi confederate, both of us
being shell shocked
blinded ability for me
to stand or wok

to plot life saving strategy,

meanwhile precious seconds
thinking about dark chalk

oh lot ticked away, and rocked

thee entire firmament punctuated

 

equilibrium by ram pent up Hun

bull leave able decibels,

with Mother Earth locked

in life snd death battle accompanied
by volcanic explosions
humankind feebly mocked

puny battles, how so laugh
able compared and/or
contrasted nitpicking pelting,
and raining terrain akin

to cosmic giant that knocked
Gaia, whereby massive

objects in the mirror are closer
than they appear
hurled at light speed deeply pocked

whirlwind raked every square inch
(triangulating, circulating),
videre licet topographic terrain)

witnessed me brazenly, frenziedly
and painstakingly crawling

to storm shelter
while simultaneously yanked

contrariwise ad hoc just in the sainted
nick of time, a flock
of seagulls (particularly Jonathan
Livingston swooped, and took me Bach
to the House At Pooh Corner
safely ensconced yay
fo' yew dear reader, cuz -
no mo' poetic schlock!