Sunday, July 17, 2011

Fifty-Seven

swirled opaque green
tabla heat and
drizzling energy

blackness outlining
dark blue skies

this tabla sitting in my lap

mountains charcoal black
outline in angsty ridges

a sphere of gray plushy
smoke is bobbing in my throat,

tasting of marshmallow-less
Lucky Charms.

Suddenly, all is
Yellow! Blood red
letters melt anxiously
into the sun
fiery hue, and

all I think is blue
oceans and buttery
love.

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