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Today’s poetry “drip” from my mind is one I wrote in 1988 or 1989. It is, most definitely, “Crane-ish.” I love this poem, and I hate it at the same time.

I guess that’s art, is it not?

Despite its rather positive message buried in negativity, I use this particular poem as a reminder of horrible people who promise to reward you for your work, to give you exposure, to make you think you might be worth something…for the low, low price of $99.

It’s a long story. Anyway, here’s CLOUD 9.

Cloud 9

I took a walk on a cloud
And asked God
If the cloud was real.
“Can you touch it?”
He asked.
I failed,
And the vapor
Passed between my fingers.
“Can you taste it?”
He asked.
Bending over,
I licked the surface
And tasted
“Then is the cloud real?”
I replied,
And began to walk away.

“Then why, my son,
Are you walking on it?”

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Benjamin ran with scissors when he was five. He now writes. Follow him at or on Twitter @bxwretlind