Floating along a blobby cloud.

I trudged longingly as a blobby cloud

Lonely as a habit of facing ground

pavement seems to me to be

all wobbly.

 

Butterflies melted at a septic shroud

Crowds of locusts silluetted sounds

popcorn emersed flesh of fingers

all wrinkly.

 

Time seemed to participitate rituals

Naturally time participitated again

In the sky; a man seems to smile

all increasingly.

 

He wandered lonely as a cloud

Every fold seemed to represent

un-cooked couissants; all greasy

All sticky.