Suck on this Joni Mitchell. Well isn't that a great way to start the day? Our author seems to be able to find menace almost anywhere. I found an even more angry cloud poem, but that will have to wait.
The Violence of Clouds
Shrieking white rips the
blue. Cirrus-serrated
gashes acid-sear gouging
ice-crystal rasp-ripping.
Cumulus layer on layer blubber-tumbles
havoc, cirrus sprint shredded
slivers of white joint-torn
steel-shard splintered,
phlegm-belching
cumulus damning cirrus, lacquers
up the blue, and
scars slide off to
sight’s horizon.
2002
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Owl Meat Gray skies,
By Jove, that's a Rorschach blot of a H-bomb explosion.
I think it looks like me covered in that foam they spray on runways on my new bike.
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