MOMS CAKE MIX
Whats going on in the sky.
Some dripped down into my eye.
Birds fall to the ground.
It doesn't stop - something profound.
My lungs just feel ablaze.
130 - clouds - with rain - and haze.
It seems like my school chem lab.
To cross the street - I need a cab.
Funny people - with funny skin.
Blotches red and looking thin.
Who knows whats in the clouds.It mixes together like behind a shroud.
Onward it goes into the breeze.
It's mid-summer, coat on, not to freeze.
ROCKET SHIP TO NEW EARTH - 12:00.
from my poem bok - DREAMS 2
