Cloud I Am

In that dream of  
Mansions
Ghosts
Four walls and a fine roof
The kitchen paper
Creeping like vines all the way to the  
water closet
Drown Spiffy the Goldfish carcass in  
the porcelain throne  
It’s just burial at sea
Human life means more
to some
Wag a turkey leg at a  
Renaissance Faire  
You call yourself fairy fae  
But you are thirty two years old
Baby bae
I know something about the moon
The stars
The sun
Connect the dots
Doodlebug
I was a magical thinker centuries before
you burped
My mansion is sturdy
The ivy like battle scars
Wouldn’t you like to see in the window
Stained glass
Consecrated  
My feathers are ethereal
White puffy clouds to heal
The monkey on my back
Proverbial
Spinal
Simian
Your angel feathers got stuck in the tar
But you just pretend
you’re in a black and white movie
How groovy