Threadbare Clouds

Gray smeared sky like a quilt of rags Winos sip rot gut from brown paper bags Threadbare cloud crotch splits up the side Rain pours down, you got nowhere to hide Cheap umbrella from a street corner pimp Turns inside out before going limp Putrid puddles, soggy doggy doo dollops Are artfully dodged by high-heeled trollops A rat scurries by with a piece of bread Like the ant that totes a leaf on its head You too once held big dreams in your grasp But they got drowned with a gurgling gasp You told me before, no you don't stutter Your genius ideas got washed down the gutter Now like a scavenger after a flood You salvage what's left from out of the mud Ashes to crashes, lust to rust In the end it only goes bust Caught in between the future and past You start out just fine but finish dead last ____________________________ by Brian McClain - Jan 23, 2016