lawn
mowing the clouds
no
I'll just leave the clouds alone today
to break the fucking windows
just
so I can feel the sharp
edge
of a slow forever
grinding
stones into my flesh
I
am a wishing well blessed
here
in our plutocracy
with
my dirty minded hands full
of
necrophilia subscriptions
and
the inscriptions
the
wind claws to the bones
I
bury for the reign
of
an always tomorrow sunshine
that
sounds just like the promises
I
keep telling myself
it’s
okay when it’s not
hope
here always prevails in silence
and
hails the kind of empty
I
drink from
no
I'll just leave the clouds alone today
so that I can hallucinate the bounties
even
the mad ones in my head
or
perhaps in the other parts of my soul
that
would be better off red-lined
or
at least a cave wall painted forgotten
I
can be discovered long after
I
have rotted past reclamation
and
into songs that can be sung
to
proclaim damnation as an easy sanctuary
no
I’ll
just leave the clouds alone today
let
them be harried hurried angels
against
the cancerous right now
as
I slip past the manicured
and
manufactured gates
of
what constitutes reality
or
this plodded perspective
of
a shared ignorant collective
that
my post-industrial humanity
has
become part of
no
I’ll
just leave the clouds alone today
because
I like being dumb
I
like my magic mute button
and
I like not knowing pain
and
I like when it rains
little
by little drop by drop
words
pooling sticks
to
prop things like ideas
I
once held up high
no
I’ll
just leave the clouds alone today
to
make another poem stop
and
to say fair thee well
and
admit out loud
there
is no Heaven worth having
without
the treasures of Hell
EJR ©
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