figurative cloudass

I've never looked at clouds;
they only rainlight me.

Never played the cray-pa, though
I have been rained on.

Why all this talk of slurry?
No. Get warmer, friend.

What reason for our discourse?
"Languid cracked games
spell out our disaster
in the trumpet cabinet,"
is something I would say.

"What part?"

"All of it.
All of it."

But this is just the start.
Then there are chirrupings
I know that's not a word
I DON'T CARE

chirruppings red, green &
yellow shale, every color
of the pickering dickering dock,
the glory-man craveboy in the
cement stacks of the fucking moon,
the moon, boy. The goddam moonman.