When there's a collision between a cloud
and the sky a boom reverberates
at a sonic speed, the sound is so loud
that it cracks the shells of invertebrates
and the eyes of everything with eyes bleed
like the holy virgin Guadalupe
or a heroin addict who's in need,
and blown off is Donald J. Trump's toupee.
The light of a thousand stars will glisten
across the cloud thatched sky, and a million
dollars, all alive and well, will listen
patiently for instructions to fill in
the bank accounts of Citibank execs
who watch as the clouds and the sky have sex.
"Cloud and Sky" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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