From Picture to Page: Rules for the Paranoid Poet

Took a lot of cloud shots this past week. Just because I could. Seemed right to do a poem with one of those pictures.

Rules for the Paranoid Poet

No one smart
ever writes
about clouds.

When faces appear,
don't even try
to  report.

If fluffy mug is
familiar, stop writing.
It'll recognize you.

The more faces
you see means
they're surrounding.

Take a picture.
Steal their souls.
Go home and play

with their molecules,
bounce them together
reign over yourself.