Phonetically Blue

[edible_shoelace]

Just I poem I wrote. Nothing special.

Phonetically Blue

i transpire and transform into

the transparenttransluscenttransilvaniantransvestites

that haunt the ashcans and cinemas

and i transport myself to the world inside my canvas

which i painted there with my sundaymorningmilk

and a cobalt toothbrush

the morning was purple

(lavender/violet/lilac/eggplant/mauve)

with two-dimensional tangerines

illuminated by the streetlamps

with their awkward bodies

and striped hands

and we're all trapped in this blue

in this solidity of sorrow

or maybe comfort

i came here in search of my own uptopia

found it while

dancing for linoleum-lined buttons

a loop-hole through the blue

so let us shave our heads

and shimmer beneath timeless candlelight

like naked bathtub goldfish

and witness with unexplained fear and attraction

the rise in climate

at the flames lick the ice in sensational foreplay