Crazy cloud

The crazy cloud smiles again
point his malaise swift finger
at me
directly at the
psyche's delicate
burnin' core

his Thunderbird consciousness
thunders
his vineyard grows as sunlight's
sad frozen
remains

the finger is now
the entire sky-projector
the entire blooming presence
of spring

his favorite pupil must now
subdue
must self-discover
the lie within
the lie at the base of
the world

the winter's tricks for
everyone
the fun and the cleanliness
of summer

shakin' hands with Ikkyu
seemed easy to do
but loosening the grip
is now simply
impossible

the wind that blows blows through me
the hurt that hurts hurts through me
the old vein opens
again

unable to hold a matchstick
in the napalm
spitfire

unable to be free
unable to remain
imprisoned