Not That Aloof

Lofty sit on clouds,
Leaves me stunned sometimes.
I didn't expect to stay afloat so long.
Nor did I expect neighbors to complain
About the continuous use of the smoke machine,
I use for 'my' visions!

They could have borrowed it at anytime!
But no...
They had to call the police,
Anonymously!
To say my routine interfered with the 'sight' of their dinner!
I know just who that was!
The last time I ate there...
A little smog would have encouraged my appetite.
They could have told me,
They could not see driving home at night!
I am not 'that' aloof or thoughtless.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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