the clouds
hang so low
the trees
seem to be
the only thing
keeping the
ground from
vanishing in
the smoky vapor
\
heaven
is
suspended
on a block
of dry ice
the clouds
are the
manifestation
of god’s
baleful
intent
/
i am
a malcontent
rubbing
two sticks
hoping
for a
spark
a flame
a light
a reprieve
from the
chaos of
naked
branches
keeping heaven
from crashing
downdowndown
\