Cloud 9 Or 6? Poem by Kevin Patrick
Cloud 9 Or 6?
I'm on cloud nine
your on cloud six
we share a high
with different kicks
strap in hold tight
we're heading downtown tonight
my left, your right
its all a pleasing eyesight
locked in tour teeth
its like a vice
choked to the cheek
rosy and nice
Riding first class
with enviable perks
all bells and brass
and lock jawed smirks
Bodies burst
jet propulsion
traveling fast
skin compulsion
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8/12/2026 8:39:00 AM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
'my left, your right its all a pleasing eyesight' - nice! The last stanza is truly a fitting climax to the poem!