Never trust alabaster cockatoos
or blue-light specials . . .
Answering the door
with blueberry muffin on your face . . .
At least in your electra glide in blue eyes . . .
You highlight . . . the (pen)ultimatum . . .
in red yellow blue . . .
Memories flood the five minutes . . .
both of you blue-penciling the script . . .
Whatever it is . . . will be massaged . . .
like the donor's heart . . .
to answer the questions that have been airdropped
and to be corrected analyzed blue-penciled
and returned . . . for revision . . . later . . . in the month . . .
Bob Dylan's North Country Blues . . .
You have become true north . . . again . . .
Gerrymandering the neighborhood . . . in provocative teamwear . . .
Usernames on the back in iridescent blue . . .
I've got Blue Light Specials on the brain . . .
Your dreams of curating an exhibit of shopping carts
ooze seduction . . .
an overdosing on blue pigment . . .
Life deserves an essay question . . .
An essay question . . . with extra time
and additional blue books . . .
My dreams paralyzed . . .
demanding answers to questions
orphaned in blue books . . . long ago . . .
Miles' Blue In Green jostling for attention
alongside your students
omniscient . . . indifferent . . . whatever . . .
shepherded into the bipolarity of adulthood . . .
Quibbling over the blueness of blue
and how over time most bow to convention . . .
Your costume as rhetorical fiction . . . as illicit . . .
as maddeningly blue . . .
where in earlier chapters, you fell in love
with retraction . . .
taking back what you offered . . . teasing . . .
as you considered the fast lane in a trailer park . . .
with rules for engagement for understudies
afflicted with acyanoblepsia . . .
the inability to see blue . . .
. . . insinuating yourself into the after-hours . . .
asking recording engineers . . . session musicians . . .
character actors . . .
about the nuances . . . and blueness
of your voice . . .
Finding that most people's favorite painting
is a blue landscape . . .
with Miles . . . in an atelier . . . noodling . . .
Kind of Blue . . . a mantra . . .
As when you look back and get drenched in blue . . .
You're on record for covers
for begin-agains
for setting up a kiosk in a trailer park
outside of Atlantic City . . .
and you have been written up
for quilting your odyssey . . .
complete with blue lights, dampeners, and
(un)dressers . . .
The declensions . . . the alterations . . .
Insidious, but then . . .
demythologizing the odyssey . . .
à la Maggie Nelson in Bluets:
[It] worked well because he is a passive top
and I am an active bottom . . .
And Sherlock Holmes's Blue Carbuncle . . .
You kick it up a notch for the blue screeners . . .
a bevy of iconoclasts in a blue Chevy SUV . . .
While you're up, could you please flip
the complications . . . of that encounter . . .
when the reds, whites, and blues partied hard? . . .
There's a blueness to it . . . hypnotic . . .
despite the trepidation of icosahedrons . . .
Les Bluets . . .
Gym rats crowd onto a blue continuum with feigned defeat
pained by the thought of your strange repetitions . . .
their ineptitude straining the windows with halftime images . . .
disabling the tried and true
with the words of oglers
vying for redacting . . . and blueness . . . again . . .
You certainly had your share
of forgotten moments . . .
when out of the blue you received applications
for the position you had yet to advertise . . .
This morning at the breakfast table . . .
your blue eyes mapped your next strategem . . .
imagining blue skies . . . and blue waters . . .
a blue room . . . in a blue hotel . . . as if like Stein
you believe every bit of blue is precocious . . .
*composed for a blue-themed open mic by appropriating lines with
blue from Screen Dump 1-365.
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| Diandra Forrest |