Joey Cloudy online

Love in the time of Snow Angels

Outside just beyond the glass walls

of my second story bedroom

the clouds of February 2015

bury the city of faces in titanium white shrouds

the cars slosh by in icy treads and the voices

of  my brothers as they pass each other on the thin iced sidewalk

with easy greetings suspended

comically in foggy breaths

at the edge of South Oak Cliff barely audible

in the distance three gunshots ring out

then silence in the white.

In a few minutes I will call my lover

snowed in at her mothers

on the other side of town.

She is beautiful and brilliant

sitting in her car for the last hour cussing

the  gods of cock blocking and 36 car pile ups

on narrow suburban bridges.

Eventually her anger subsides enough for her to drive

down the block to get smokes as she

rages against the snow machine.

I sit here in my large black leather chair reading

her tweets on the ultra thin monitor

taping the black keyboard

atop the reproduction antique desk

still  raw from the last two nights of good side dick sex.

Goofy, in make a playlist love happy ,

while Marvin Gayes ‘What’s Going On’

plays on my old stereo.

I find songs online by Nine Inch Nails,

Cannibal Corpse and the Dresden Dolls

and it is at this moment that I realize

that for the first time in many years

I can see myself in the future 

And everything is 

beautiful.