The Color Blue On Halloween

i wonder if the levels ever recognize me
like holiday lights have caught my eyes
by the cat, school desk, and woman in the hallway
hello there, so long, farewell, bon voyage, goodbye
and i’m cut from the hospital’s cloth
keeping popsicles in the freezer
and picnics on square cuts of cloth over grass
craving those repetitive “fast” burger joints
someone call a doctor and fix me up with a soda
i should verbally claim “exemption” out loud when real lightning strikes
but can’t keep up with this long list of names all at once
in the wind of a virtual new york city
but i’ve been to ohio, so that will have to make due for now
and i guess broadway will have to wait
i could always just keep watching movies
or board an airplane
or even ask more strange women for their phone numbers
it always seems to fold and roll up fine
back in like ‘06, we used to carry cans of pepsi in our pockets
these days, i’ve been bringing myself out in these words
since this time last year and still can’t escape
but it looks to me like i’ve written an entire page
it’s probably better kept between ourselves
listening along the best we know how to ‘97
my facial hair stabs into my face
i’m soon reminded of tiny plastic swords
stabbed into meatballs in nursery homes
i think i know what to do with this morning
and i suppose i still ask ohio of her
and kentucky of autumn college and leaves
keeping the south for myself with the star and pancake house
open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
with the waitress and my seat
and the west coast with it’s sunsets, sidewalks, and ocean lines
riding by on clay wheels, on film sets
and when you pass away, the credits roll
keeping canada for it’s cold, comedy, and beer
and europe for it’s book collections and art shows
as i imagine
no one needs me
other than myself
with the two overhead lights on
i guess i can appreciate being alone
it’s like i only know how to paint on my hands
as i am blessed with being able to feel myself
in a purple shirt, too large to properly fit my body
with it’s pink panther’s faces and wu-tanget logo
bought at the same place as the original green one
when it was more plain, before all the paint stains
it’s always nice to be taken back
i’d like to perhaps make friends with the ghost of anniversaries’ past
i never know what it is but the colors work well
blue, purple, and red are more than just lights in my bedroom
people move differently within lines in the same circles
we’re all assigned and welcomed to work as acts
in the living room circus sideshows
they offer a lunch break, smoke break, and the occasional paid vacation
for now, i’m here to type my pointer finger out
i don’t know how well i can say i’ve done whipping myself into good shape
where does everyone go at 3:00 a.m.?
i’ve left the door open for the cats until my mother comes back
based basically on whatever makes the skeleton shake
or attracts birds to windowsills and power lines
however space manages to stay in motion
i can be nearly on time if i don’t miss any 3:30 a.m.‘s until november
and visit once a month for the following year
while no one’s awake to catch the city alive
it appears as though it’s safe to say
mother nature’s ways are not limited to planet earth

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