hydra clouds parading outstretched & lank as ukrainian models

outspoken and fierce

born bone white

 

others, colour of stale piss found in the vitrified urinals of public toilets

 

altocumulus blue-grey smudges left by overused erasers on waxed paper

disappearing unseen like the kind haphazard traces of parental strokes

single. lonely

 

too many bearing a burnished blackness, oily useless

 

few so black, seen only in the pitch of night when you rub used skin

against hospital grade worn sheets

edgeless. needing repair

 

all bearing the hope of past colours fading fast

 

suddenly silvered blond, dusting cleopatra’s almond eyes

sleeveless children, taught tight

revealing racing green

 

like finding reassuring comfort in the smell of the old

 

surreal and three-d

woven tribal tapestries not predictably of any culture

cumulus whatsoever cumulonimbus

 

mixed nimbostratus of engine coolant & creamy vanilla ice-cream

 

striking sky blue, confident and loose

endlessly transparent

hunched curved formless

 

blue-yellow opaline washes, sharp pointed profiled

 

cirrocumulus as young strangers standing on new york subway

marched to propinquity

swept-back putrefied

 

the way brimming smiles ruin a perfectly miserable face

 

i hear Φύγε παλαιό μαύρο σύννεφο

but i want to take it, fold it, keep it safe for

asylum crusades, australia day, war parades

 

when                 we are moneyfied, putrefied, nullified