#cloudyeclecticism

19:46, July 14

Too loud,

I needed louder than that —

Sounding lurid voices from the grey cloud,

Wearing sunglasses as a hat…

Falling greens around me,

They surround me — Calling me

To fall and lay on the marble ground, with them,

Rest on the light of red and blue without sound, not hearing the system…

20:16, July 14

Blooming fakery travelling express,

Walking with my dog, under the sky, no distress…

Missing a mistress, yes, I,

With eyes clean and honest, as the sky…

— That girl gives me that “hello” glance,

The tanned neighbour girl…

Faking the fakery,

The girl has that evil curl; nasty.

But she…

Curl-less, more like nothing alike,

Empowering, providing happiness, a sweet spike;

A flourishing rainbow painted mountain, no man can hike…

Let her smile for reasons any other,

Than someone tickling her with a maculate feather…

Shit —

I like her.

21:01, July 14

The sight of us seeing the white of the clouds,

Disappearing as the sun embarks, beyond the horizon,

As we rise in the morning, and the day goes on, and on —

Ceased at the end of us, boarding on a new season.

I keep on,