“Woke up at 2am Blues”

by papalpigeon

ALL FADES. ANESTHETIZED BY TIME AND AGE.

Fascinated and frail; distractions burned our pupils, as light became dancing imagery and dancing imagery, brash reality: three buttons to the wind.

All fades, anesthetized by time and age, and just like the tired trumpet player I saw in Boston, blowing cool and complex phrases- finding that particular “high white note” and I wake forgetting exactly what it sounded like.

All flagrant vagrants; dreaming of being prolific, waking with nothing much to say, looking for the ocean to provide truths and finding only vagabonds in wave energy…never sticking around, but there long enough for us to flap our arms and dance weightless on the crest of each gently rolling waveform while our eyeballs burn white and dance along in time.

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