I looked up to the clouds
for a sky-written message
as to where you were
and what you wanted.
Nothing but blue skies.

I bought some tea leaves
and threw them about the table
to see
if you were thinking of me
and ended up having
to vac it all up.

I slit a sacrificial lamb in two
then had to dress it and cook it
since the blood left me no good hints.

I went to a voodoo lady
a gypsy lady
and a really smart stock lady
and none of them gave a view
about what you were up to.

I danced naked under the smog
which covered the stars
which meant there were less lights
for people to see my fat naked dancing.
I got no closer to
your whereabouts.

I don’t know
anymore
how to find out
what’s up with you
other than this last ditch attempt
to reach out
and ask
“What’s up?”