These Clouds
Midnight Suspicions
This cloud is the honey that milks God’s cataracts.
Suppose the grapes when squeezed made gravy
This cloud is sanctified and blessed.
This cloud will save your soul for the price of her life
Suppose the weather never started small talk
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& pelicans were merchants of the sea, & her majesty ate only mice,
This cloud bleeds the kind of loneliness that can only
Suppose HIV were a vitamin
neglect and neglect that can only breed loneliness.
This cloud can only rain skeet hail and snow.
Suppose gravity didn’t give a shit.
& the sky were lined with veins,
This cloud knows nothing beyond what it can take. Nothing beyond what it can force.
Suppose eggs came from groundhogs
Nothing beyond release.
This cloud is dusted with lonely silent screams- hailstorm
Suppose Mormons dined on embryos
tears.
& tulips fell with the storm, & seductive France laid Spain,
Suppose the day made time for you This cloud hates to be held.
& sun rose with your head,
This cloud hates to be looked at.
Suppose nirvana locked the door,
This cloud doesn’t need your help. This cloud is cold and wet and hungry and safe and
Suppose Nietzsche were a priest
comfortable.
& Mari Antoinette were promoting a bakery,
Suppose our biggest export were couch potatoes This cloud can’t afford happiness.
This cloud needs.
Suppose Pavlov’s dog walked upright
This cloud cries.
This cloud is guilt and rage, this cloud is tired and sick.
Suppose my two cents could foot the bill.
These clouds are all that can be seen. These clouds make no silence. These clouds. These clouds of gray.
& passion came with kids meals, & volunteered for consumer surveys,