Calamity the Great Iii

Swept by waves of nostalgia Afloat on longing tides I assessed this oyster compound where my heart could not abide. Aphrodisiac pulls of Neptune were as lava cooled to stone What use were pearls of luster when one had no collarbone? Heralded by sea trumpets kelp banners flying high Sentinels of sea urchins with pink coral by their sides Calamity, with determined madness shoved sponges from his path Provoked by clam injustice Spurred by mollusk wrath. I searched for an escape exit from that cruel, moronic clam This myriad ideology, naught but an oyster sham. When a seahorse bobbing aimlessly moved closer to my side I unhinged my oyster carapace and grasped its roughened hide. I was jolted and I was jostled as I settled on its back Calamity watched in amazement standing frozen in his track When an agitated octopus released an ink black kite, a galaxy of starfish sank into the brackish night. I focused my attention on my lost and nervous steed We were climbing ever upward at a most alarming speed Breaking through the surface I swallowed back a scream Afraid of finding Calamity I found it all had been...a dream.