patches of blue
move across the sky
nearly imperceptible
as if frozen
by the inherently inadequate
limitations of my eye

where be the wind
when thy will
this morning morass
and its confounded kerfuffle
shall end and chill

like a child
i wait

sentient
as my heart gives way
into the wild
wherefore that blue blue sky
could never again
so hesitate

as cometh some kindness
a form of sense
and dense
grey mass
transforming the now

filling my frame
and demanding
reprimanding
perhaps
the deepest bow

forehead to the floor
i cry
of creeping cruelty
come
and come again
into the culture

so the they might then
thus acquiesce or
in the end

simply kiss my ass
you fucking vultures

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m