Meet you at the statue in an hour...

I just wrote an extremely long, self pitying and depressing post. I am embarrassed that I nearly actually posted it...
So instead, here's a poem which is, as usual, heavily inspired by e.e. cummings:



trusting clouds that smile
from lofty sky(way)ward beds.
veins flow green and red
with chlorophyll and wine--
dreaming away displeasure

thereisnone

for yewyouewe keep at bay
cold winter...
for now.

fickle skies!
clouds drift together
lofty perches meshing, smiles can
twist to gristly illuminated grimaces
lacking warning... eweyewyou can call them
to/get/her in
merely a word a cry a glance smiling trusting;
it all
rains down, earth drinking my distilled chlorophyll
spilled by accident
spilled by you