Blindfolded ponies pull steel carts of stupendous weight while being tormented by slaughterhouse flies. I let it all in, all the red dots, all the cries of pain, all the sickening smells. In reaction, faceless functionaries have revoked my membership in the Cloud Society. I just pretend it didn’t happen, isn’t happening still. Clouds pass overhead in the mischievous shapes of crumpled birthday cakes, rampaging lions, tattered sails. And if I can patiently watch the sky for a little longer, I might even see caricatures of angels.
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Howie Good is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Howie Good recommends “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” by Louise Glück.
