Cloud Heaven Poem by Leaking Pen

These Saturday night blues
Have more to do with hallucination
Than from any drink or any drug taken.
Putting the pedal to the metal
I went searching for a new concept
Came up with this puzzling question
What happens to a cloud when it passes on?
Where does it end up for its final resting place?
No 'Clouddiologist": I created a new genre-
Ever captured this phenomenon on video
Or wrote a thesis on line for me to access
About a cloud's final resting place.
I searched National Geography websites for answers
Watched instead episodes on lions eating zebras
Crocodiles snatching monkeys
Learned about Elephants
Gather to mourn the death of another elephant
And watched one episode after another
On plane crash investigations
And Amazon forests burning down our lungs
But not one episode on my quest about
Where do clouds end up? When they pass on
After approaching their greying years
Is there such a place as a cloud heaven?
And for the evils ones in hurricanes and tornadoes
A special place in hell.
What about purgatory?
For the mischievous ones like myself I hope
I am not mean enough to descend to hell
Or innocent enough to ascend to heaven
Would this apply to clouds?
What does the pope in Rome?
Have to say about my quest.
And so on and so forth back
To children dying in Africa
From civil wars, mal-nutrition and diarrhea
Somalia pirates at it again
Seizing black gold ships from the Indian Ocean
And here I am wasting my precious time
Saturday nights hunting for clues
I am a single and have too much idle time on my hand
Sipping coca cola and munching on popcorn
screaming from watching scary movie 'Friday the 13th'
Did not mean for this poem to be like a run away bride
Or Like salmons struggling up stream
I'm flooding open my poem's gates
And let go of old habits I hope
I really need a love in my life
To keep me engaged and warm my winter nights
I will try eHarmony and Matchmaking web sites
Hope to meet some one special as soon as tonight
Back to my original quest…
Where do clouds end?
Please come back in a day or two
And reread this monster poem of mine
I will soon have the final draft
My editor is out of town…
I am not suppose to publish this poem yet
This is my first draft after all
Oops!

Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
March 10 2012
Rev Nov 10th 2014