Bluegreen Monday

Cerulean with wind attached. Do your keyboard buttons have all their paint still? Which letters are fading or faded out? What does the program say? I can't read Cantonese, but those drums are making me hard like steel, stainless rims and bass through your chest like an unseen blade. Now erase the paragraph that made sense, and onward into the fog. The sunset here was pink and purple, panorama puissant, I wonder if it is the plains we man mainly, or our pollution? You probably live in the mountains anyway, past the pass, or on the water somewhere, most of us do, except those who don't, but don't you worry, anywhere else is just a plane trip away Boo. Purple grackles in herds swoop in at dusk on city streets claiming ancient migration treaty agreements and not-giving-a-fuck squatters rights generally, gabble gracklespeak and drop white rain, as they shoulder for position in the gloaming going night, "Yo, you see me sitting here, don't make me peck you."