how the clouds formed

in the beginning

when the sky was black coffee

god poured in some cream

overcoming writers’ block

floodgates burst open

words pour out onto the page

i’m dehydrated

literary catheters

pens–the catheters

through which black words drip into

the vessel of verse

divine dandruff

god scratches his head;

immaculate flakes descend

onto outstretched tongues

infinite cosmos

cradled in the void

the madonna is rocking

forwards and backwards

knitting a blanket

sapphire blue and strewn with pearls

back and forth, always

Next Chapter: Bloom