I was Born in a Cloud

with the rest of you.
Don’t you remember?
I lived Down the Cloud
& was just as pink as you. We loved
to make love over British Columbia.
You loved to make it rain
over the Dark Fir Forest.
I flashed at you through the inky
limbs of the universe & you flashed back.
I was too full of myself.
I smelled the sharp edge
of Orgonon & changed shapes
my cradle broke,
then your cradle
& we all came crashing down together,
chinking the Hood of the World
with our hail-thrash.
We took root in the ruins
of portable school
& let the citrus come back.
DNA was a constant scribble.
We dropped colorways into
the genetic spirograph &
watched them splash & scatter.
We said Sorry to our Mothers
for our rude proliferations.
What can we say:
We were Weird Sluts
in Diaphanous Gowns.
The World—as we saw it—was Dry:
so we rained and we rained and we rained.