11/30/18 10:40Pm
i love my red lights
across the yard guiding me to tar
the ice crumples and sometimes squeaks
beneath these heavy feet
and i march away toward blue lights
my blue lights are perfect melancholy
and my dreams are the same now
with the occasional night terror
where i get everything i want
yellow lights are such a baseline
between braking and gassing it
it’s a hard neutral
but still best to focus to
my purple light
is my favorite hue
because instead of blue
i pucker up, hooves made of glue
and get sent off the farm
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 30th, 2018 22:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
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