One track mind

Remnant visions
Squinting blindlight. Dust motes doing pirouetts all around me.
A dizzying calliope.
A whirlwind of flavors and hues.

Rusty mornings.
The determined call for obsidian in a cup and the staining orange nicotine.
A buttey golden sun smiles through soot stained windows
Tickling my calico cat into an unprovoked sesame Sunday languor.
With charcoal tinted apprehension I clothe myself
in scratchy tarragon tatters and ebony wool.
Then drag a comb through me perpendicular plaid promenade.

Outside.

Traipsing along pie crust pavement
and ika sumi side streets,
the BRASH, CLASH, BANG, CLANG of jalepeno hog horns, mustard motors and broccoli brake shoes pursue me.
Dive, Me do, through the doorway of the cinnamon clouded, custard creamy, doughy donut shop.

The incessant, insipid banter
of bubbling springbrook bottle water patrons
drowns out the caramel coated backround music.
Forcing me into a sweet-n-sour silence.

Cookie cutter purchasers
porpise in and out of pinapple portals.
Clutching paper parcels with parenthetical perplexity.

Work.

Syrupy students slide slothy and slowlike into class.
Settling their softsides on swiveling suporters.
The ruffle riffle rustle of notebooks and textbooks
trick me out of a transparent trance
into a molasses mahagony work mode.

Plodding through a salt n pepper winters day
sprinkled with confectioners snowflakes.

Orange to Amber....to Puce then Purple
Turns day into
Life.

Dark.

Vixens and vampires
dressed in Violet, verdigis and vermouth.
Cajole Cajun style on cayenne countertops whilst
Peppermint penguins in polka dot bowties
pour crystal colored cocktails from silvery steel cylinders
with swizzle stick style.

Laughing lunatics, madcap morons, sodding sycophants,
pleasure seeking princes, the rightous and the wronged
all set afore me
in a cacaphony of complaints
and dulcet tales of desperation.

Perfumed, in polyester and pleather.
A pizza pie complexion invites
with sea salt smugness.
A libidinous levitation of illicit love.

Douse the neon fire.
Snap click the lock.
Slippery swish of soap suds saturated rag
on the brandywine bar.
Sit , Me do, in silence.
Sipping the eau de vire.

White lightning.
Washing out the wrinkles,
On the rocks.
Slaking the sandpaper sound pipe
and mellowing
The mutifaceted mind.

Home.

The cuticle curling creations
of a sound byte society
flash across me fool tube.
Kitty Kat crouched in a curlicue twist.
Color bars and the national anthem (imagined).
Mullberry bed time and goose down dreams.

Crawling into cold crinkled comforters.
Wriggle for warmth.
Turn on the tender tunes and out with the Thomas Edison.

Sleep.

Me no blog.