hey (hey) you (you)
just love wearing my brand new
eggshell white t-shirt
—big black bold letters saying
‘hey (hey) you (you)
get off of my cloud’
last night’s storms
never did quite roll out of town
instead hung around
like a tiresome echo in the mind
making it entirely impossible
for any mere mortal
to hop on my improbable
yet temporary dark cloud
march two thousand twenty-five
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