Saturday, 1 November 2008
Raincloud
I can touch a raincloud
The rainclouds live at the top of the mountain
All the clouds are pissed off with me
Mumbling like cucumbers
Or Italian bees
Talking flowers with squidgy faces
A bee playing a guitar
Swimming through the air
Ashamed in the slow hours
A paper cloud passing
A super severe light
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