‘Twazzz a suffocating sunny summer day in the city heat beaten bodies peopling purposefully rush walking by crowds, as I crossed a concrete lot my eye spied a blue sky spot and I thought, what is this bright blue splotch? Stooping down, this is where I found a squishy splooshy synthetic blue body splayed splat.
Sauntering with sky blue pants slung on, same colour, same day. Weird. I scooped up that sad blue squishy thing, slid it into a new colour coded home matched up mashed up but not trashed up in my back blue pocket that’s no front nor bonus pocket.
It’s got a new nest in which to rest.
I call it Blue. Blue speaks. But only to me. Go Blue Off if you think I’m crazy.
It’s taken Blue time to transition trying out new positions, seeing what’s fitting, veggin’ in bland bleached out vegetation.
Blue burn blight in white sun sticking stuck half-buried no luck digging itself this natural earth dirt home in a landscaper’s renovated milk crate container.
Not coffee fresh floundering around the grounds Blue found in shrubbery surround a goji berry bush with a decided push on upwards it began to climb.
Rest relaxing summit in goji greenery not yet lushy plush, ‘nough said about that one green tuft hiding some of Blue’s blue stuff.
Twin leggy sticky slippy spin a blip in balancing act forget gymnastics Blue’s blown chive flower bluenastics.
Blue fallen from a swinging perch, sticky stuck in a prickly situation, a spiky plant eater of synthetic life forms . Nothin’ I can do fingereye clicking watching with one glassy eye a go go, a pervy weirdo.
Saw a leafy long stalk snake out of its pot snatching Blue from stabbing plant jaws oregano transport safely from the spot. Later I ripped out that vicious spiky plant gnash ravaging it raw as green juice dripped from my jaw.
Such thrills, such spills, no pills, just chill, chill, chillin’ on this rock relax right here recovering under oregano roof leafing out over in selective protection.
Blue spies with no eyes green new shoots a hoot a frolic fresh blue flesh in earth dance trance spatter patter amongst the peas if you please.
Sitting at this recharging station in copper metal meditation, Blue’s decided to speak a somber squeak, real quiet, real quick, a little nip nick.
Turn up your hearing ear volume. Listen with care caution. Don’t get lost in ocean emotion motions.
"Get me out, out, out of this strange situation, lift me up in levitation with a peaceful rendition of sage advice"
I think Blue might be insane but insanity’s in, worn like brand new skin so it’s no sin for Blue to come crashing in.
Leaving you with a Blue Dangler hanger.........
All photos taken by Nine with a Pentax digital 35mm camera and 90mm Tamron macro lens.
