dark clouds
after Robert Verdon
dark clouds
are my saviour
they free me
from the comfort
of shorts in the heat
all that wild hair on the legs
handles of love on my belly
tucked in neatly now
that big pile of fat
known as my body
curling on the couch
buried under a stack
of blankets, all grey
six layers under
so it's safe
you can frown down there
tears can roll
as required
without judgement
or any answer demanded
those dark sheep
won't be brought to the fold
one can always
blame the weather
after Robert Verdon
dark clouds
are my saviour
they free me
from the comfort
of shorts in the heat
all that wild hair on the legs
handles of love on my belly
tucked in neatly now
that big pile of fat
known as my body
curling on the couch
buried under a stack
of blankets, all grey
six layers under
so it's safe
you can frown down there
tears can roll
as required
without judgement
or any answer demanded
those dark sheep
won't be brought to the fold
one can always
blame the weather
unreconstructed modernism! great poem though
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