Blue Monotones

Blue telephone poles reach out to the angels,
Mouth rattles interspersed between the messages.

Unlikely tickets in foyer left standing on a fortune tellers peg leg.
War-peaced together by dinner theatricals, involving shattered masks and plastic swans.

Mistaken identities, listening, gaping at the sight of the oven.
To recall the well of knowledge you left inside the dirty sink, it clogged the drain.

Animal puppets dangling from those wires.
No one can find them any more , dear chicken I swore to you...promised you long life.

You must sing to me when I'm wearing earmuffs, that I might understand but I don't understand this warming up in the granary, and you'll arrive with plenty of sardine cans to live in.

Bringing the tickets with a flourish of broken shells
With your eye on the prize-winning eels that wrapped around a squid.

Bullock, his buttocks all brown and scorched, that ginger man ran.
He dodged the rocket, with an arrow at the corner of his eye but not its 'fueling his pain.

It is clearly another day in August that I remember happening last year.

The air is full of it today, in open amazement that senses the next day approaching.



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By Zete



Blue tale,
the next day approaching
Unlikely tickets for the foyer
left leg standing on distortion
fortune tellers peg leg all warped
War-pea theatricals
involving Bullock
With hands in open amazement.

I remember whats happening last year,
The air is full of shattered masks and plastic swans.



By Aaron