Blue Light Special
phishgod
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Blue Light Special
Watching her
sleep, by
blue light,
and content,
I’m overcome
with waves
awash sands
of love,
our beach,
this life,
and tidal
surge, our
next, and
Hope flows
fulfillment and
contentment all
over 5108
shades indefinable
B-beauty, that
orange-pink
sunrise bursts
high atop
Sierra Madre
to east
from Bay
to Soledad
Mtn., diamonds
sparkling cactus
Marian Bear,
the Grove
enchantment
under teaching
tree, Beauty’s
magic taught,
the Cove,
railing weaker
than three
days before,
as the
sea lions
doze and
sun play,
yet a
strengthening of
the joy.
On the
orange wood
table McClure:
“Huge Dreams”,
rich royal
blue silk,
the light’s
pale glow
radiating off
Goldilocks’ hair,
on countertop
two blue-fish
mugs stoneware
for regulah
coffee and
rich double
melt mocha
Italian roast,
base, the
blue dolphin
with attending
fish squadron
on bathroom
floor, and
blue light
resplendent off
sailboat beach
painting overhead,
reflecting off
golden hair,
glow melted
puddle (smack),
gentle snoring,
“Ticklish Trout”
breakfast, “Star
of Sea”
feast-a-ganza,
molded by
J. Lohr
cabernet at
Morton’s, rain-
clouds parting
to golden-white-
blue sky,
with rainbow
ordered, as
if standby,
or Old
Town Mejicano
or soft
veal porcini
by candlelight,
or breakfast,
and blue
light by
Balboa fountains,
coffee shop,
or Keil’s,
your life
a new
page turning,
now yet
again, the
transitory waiting.
Blue light
special at
12:28 A.M.
over peaceful
snores and
O!, yes,
twinkle eyes,
hummingfish, hibiscus,
amber necklace,
crystal bear,
the pojo
first slam
Urban Grind
or composed
careful notes,
the spun
gold of
a photograph
of blue
light as
she sleeps,
as she
dreams, as
she sparkles
B-beauty to
all she
meets. O!
but Hope
for new
beginnings and
life renewed.
Soft spun
blue light
gold, my
love, my
chosen future.
And two:
completed now
by the
blue-green,
by the
sun rise
of tomorrow’s
departure, nearly
wrenches us,
but now
both know
there is
only one
possible future,
which, now,
is ours.
--February 17, 2002
San Diego, CA.
Watching her
sleep, by
blue light,
and content,
I’m overcome
with waves
awash sands
of love,
our beach,
this life,
and tidal
surge, our
next, and
Hope flows
fulfillment and
contentment all
over 5108
shades indefinable
B-beauty, that
orange-pink
sunrise bursts
high atop
Sierra Madre
to east
from Bay
to Soledad
Mtn., diamonds
sparkling cactus
Marian Bear,
the Grove
enchantment
under teaching
tree, Beauty’s
magic taught,
the Cove,
railing weaker
than three
days before,
as the
sea lions
doze and
sun play,
yet a
strengthening of
the joy.
On the
orange wood
table McClure:
“Huge Dreams”,
rich royal
blue silk,
the light’s
pale glow
radiating off
Goldilocks’ hair,
on countertop
two blue-fish
mugs stoneware
for regulah
coffee and
rich double
melt mocha
Italian roast,
base, the
blue dolphin
with attending
fish squadron
on bathroom
floor, and
blue light
resplendent off
sailboat beach
painting overhead,
reflecting off
golden hair,
glow melted
puddle (smack),
gentle snoring,
“Ticklish Trout”
breakfast, “Star
of Sea”
feast-a-ganza,
molded by
J. Lohr
cabernet at
Morton’s, rain-
clouds parting
to golden-white-
blue sky,
with rainbow
ordered, as
if standby,
or Old
Town Mejicano
or soft
veal porcini
by candlelight,
or breakfast,
and blue
light by
Balboa fountains,
coffee shop,
or Keil’s,
your life
a new
page turning,
now yet
again, the
transitory waiting.
Blue light
special at
12:28 A.M.
over peaceful
snores and
O!, yes,
twinkle eyes,
hummingfish, hibiscus,
amber necklace,
crystal bear,
the pojo
first slam
Urban Grind
or composed
careful notes,
the spun
gold of
a photograph
of blue
light as
she sleeps,
as she
dreams, as
she sparkles
B-beauty to
all she
meets. O!
but Hope
for new
beginnings and
life renewed.
Soft spun
blue light
gold, my
love, my
chosen future.
And two:
completed now
by the
blue-green,
by the
sun rise
of tomorrow’s
departure, nearly
wrenches us,
but now
both know
there is
only one
possible future,
which, now,
is ours.
--February 17, 2002
San Diego, CA.
rockon,
phishgod
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Blue Light Special
although I will reassure Cassia
that you weren't in fact there
while she was sleeping
phishgod