Clouds poetry

incoming Tides

Noise wants to invite it's self inside
Tranquility doors without consent
A lizard doing push-ups to scare off its
Trespassers that lizard a scare crow by day
Drizzle of the rain now falling the little girl smiles
Cool and fresh new again for lungs again
Eye's seem to snap back like a trees spine
And thoughts seem to
Return back from a trip to utopia
Thoughts burning slow then smoke vanishing
A flat tire my neighbors car screams on got
Shot somewhere on its leg,
My neighbor little son saying "Mommy I told you
Something was wrong with the car".
My noisy self drifts away from the gate like
a Prisoner behind bars trying to get a glimpse of
Light, Thoughts seem to surf back again when the tides Looked like it was getting to its high, afraid
Thoughts want to go back again to utopia
Not wanting to deal with the objective that
Something is wrong again, maybe not where I
Stand but feet's and miles away from me in a
Another city. Another home a alley, or on the road.
-ashes poetry

A/N was inspired by a lizard doing push-ups
Outside my window and my neighbors flat tire lol.