The cloud people

the clouds have style because they don't
change because they can't help it
evaporate because they're in love
with not being in love with being in love

the clouds I can't explain
are ruining a life I don't want anyway
the replacement is a bowl of peaches in hell
the replacement is a girl
beautiful and holy
turning into a woman
while nobody watches
in a bar full of
violently idle drunks