cloud crystallography

Id

What am I?

I am ominous cloud

crackling purple spleen

so ready umbrella: discomfort rains

in the blood and bile all poets muster

What am I?

I am clown car

gutted open, sawed

spilling ribbons of wigs like feather boa rainbows

you laugh at how full I used to be

Side-split and hollow, I echo you

What am I?

I am espresso machine

worth about a grand

which you got 90% off at Jean-Talon's Electrotel

factory defect chrome looks good on fake marble counters

as long as you don't drink any of my shit coffee

What am I?

I am see-through gun

at Laser Quest

you always pick me-no blinking lights, low batteries

unresponsive butter trigger: I abandon you under fire

I ruin your shot at everything

What am I?

I am the annoyance of an unconscionable conscience

I am the nonchalance of Moai stone faces

I am the Buster Keaton of shellshock

I am the one wet sock

I am the hangnail you pull at, which miraculously holds

until the first knuckle, where it rips out with a pink smile

I am metaphor fatigue, the ache settling in your muscles

my meaning obscured or broad or lacking intent

like I sometimes lack the intent to breathe

I am manic tone: too bright or too dark

but either way won't change how tired I really am

I am I am I am!

What am I what am I what am I?

What am I not? I laugh

Like a parade caught in a rainstorm

Like drop outs from sad clown school

Like a hundred you paid for no coffee

Like batteries bleeding acid

Like choking on oxygen

I am not happy

I am not okay

I am not

going

to make it