Half-and Half and Cat Food

I killed a cloud last monday night

In cold blood.

Behind a church.

(6:50PM)

Left it in dumpster.

Permanently stained the mortal bloody coloration of a sunset.

Walked away with neon skyscape juices and greying downy fluff all up my arms.

Witching hour run to Safeway for Half and Half and Cat food.

(12:01AM)

FIlled my coffee mug with the cheap ground chicken-and-pig parts

Of little mention,

And subjected my Feline companion to that luxury of Sweet, Fattening 

Creme de la creme.

I watched some nameless/faceless/humorless comic

Tell his poorly composed funnies

(3:30AM)

To a hall of endless mangled bodies I could not see,

But knew were there. 

I wish I could see them.

And I laughed with the studio audience, 

Following the onstage cue-cards, 

I laughed till I cried and cried till I laughed again

Until I realized that the television was muted.

Then I laughed some more.

When you take a couple thousand steps back from human nature

When you really truly desensitize yourself,

EVERYTHING's funny.

I watched this terrible tyrant/executioner of a man

Peddle his jokes like a pusher to the starved and thirsting lips

Of his loyal cadavers 

And their lack of sense of humor,

I watched and laughed and cried and soiled myself and bled 

Until

(6:50Am)

The sun rose.

There were no clouds.