A Cloudy Dialogue

The animal was more than a brute, a cold hapless meat

Between the sockets of his ears ruled the music of the wind

Whether he liked the wind more or the music

Was the question for a King before he his dethroned

Should I allow the fly to sit upon my nose?

Is yet another question for the clouds to gauge speed

Of the wind and be blown away through the ether

If it exists but the philosopher was silent at his core

Could you tell me the story of Helen of Troy?

Sure comes the voice I must heed to

I am naked in the storm, walking towards the wind of rain

It is raining really hard now.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s