The Whole D@mned Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The clouds are happy to have
Both their ears,
And they rise up, rise up
Like kings-
I have delivered pizzas under
Clouds,
Gossiping,
Ringing doorbells,
Spuming rain-
I have run with my dogs and
Howled,
And practiced witchcraft
To gain you by the pitiless clouds;
Sat and powwowed,
And become possessed
By sweet water demons;
All to no avail-
I have failed under clouds because
Never once have I kissed you or
Even held your hand underneath
Any cloud in
The whole d$mned sky.