Friday, November 11, 2016

Pastel Chatter

Poetry for the Molasses, not the Upper Classes.


The colors are changing on Saturn's north side,

but all they care about is eating peanuts at the circus,

the old colors will be swallowed up and spit out into their dreams,

as electrical storms delight in all the floating nonsense,

hexagonal jet streams force the chatter to pastels,

one day Leonardo DiCaprio predicts global warming on other planets,

he recognizes photochemical hazes in the atmosphere that Elon Musk couldn't fathom for some

oddball reason........ I think it may be because in my my mind's eye Saturn is painted mostly purple anytime I take a power nap.








Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Strings fastened blue crass,
pink sands whisper pretenses,
animal crackers.