cloud

it's pelting. Love and ads
about your dress shoes (in our estimations),
my hands wrap around our throats
ever raising speeding sought smashing dioramas
for more, always
can we gas it? thousand thousand beats
in one moment fore it pelts
my face, love and ads and certainty
in lamplit jump-one-two leaps words and bounds
unto the fragment well it's peace's best it's pacing
well it's caught it's breath it's gone out from the lips and through the sky