September 11th, 2022   

like wind chimes by mossy hills 

& a tangerine in an afternoon light

on a melancholy Sunday…

the Sunday after Labor Day

Space Blue & Tangerine no more

By: Anonymous 

To: The Bleepers (my twin uncles) 

October 21st, 2021

I  

icy bays--

of indigo light & crimson seas--

of silver spades 

as scorching auroras--

of sadness

freeze his gentle giant feet & memories--

of winter 

& budding amethyst snowflakes slip from their fingers

glistening like glass bead teardrops exacerbating

smokey windows & elusive truths  

hiding behind turtle scutes 

lime like an inchworm

snuggling up with fountain mystic purple grass

January 25th, 2022 & June 1st, 2022

II

prismarine streams--

of paradise & laughter 

playing with timeless sunset beaches

& running through fluorescent but withering fields 

under silky skylines

with streamer-thin strands--

of moonlight

elegantly

cas

cad

ing

off whimsical rings--

of Saturn

&

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d

d

l

i

n

g

with Neptune's seas--

of lavender paper mache

as whip cream doves 

gliding like trident's 

over citadel cities 

electrifying bumblebee highlights

& mango rays--

of northern light

from rosy Rome to

icicle Iceland   

III

September 11th, 2022   

like wind chimes by mossy hills 

& a tangerine in an afternoon light

on a melancholy Sunday…

the Sunday after Labor Day… 

- The Solo Blooper (me)