Let us speak 
only of clouds
not those above 
but those below 
clouds are clouds 
be they here
and surrounding me 
or high above 
prompting my wish
in these words 
be gone clouds
do not rest
in my heart 
for you are
not welcome here 
for down below 
you become mischievous 
and bring misery 
stay where you 
belong up above 
keep your shade
moving right along 

My life 
now is
just about 
me and 
I am
my job 
having served 
others in 
their attempts 
for same 
I doing
their labor 
on behalf 
but now 
and finally 
after all 
and forever 
it’s me

Missing is gone 
having never had 
is longing felt
which is worse
I often wonder 
I have tasted 
the flesh’s sweetness 
felt its ripe
and succulents often 
for then having 
do I miss 
or only long 
for what’s remembered 
avoiding what remains 
which is nothing 
when reflecting back 
here I sit
on a bench 
wholly uncertain if
this is on
a trolley line 
taking me somewhere 
or a park
taking me nowhere 

My muse
once again 
excused himself 
pushed away 
stood up 
walked out 
without warning 
and I
left wondering 
how now 
will I 
when before 
it was
always we

The sky
is night
with shards 
of days 
broken mirrors 
echoing lights
twinkling beneath 
dark clouds 
like ink
spots stain
the cold
cobalt sheet
as if
a pause
caused feelings 
to bleed