Bluer

Betty Blu-(h)er

I’m a person of very specific aspiration. Requiring little stimulation to enter fantasy-operating mentality, sometimes less. Im here now. A quiet mess-DOS-without view. Rooted with others, but alone. Fingers pointing. Seven zero six am, is 666. Minutes approaching, ungrateful, call to bar. Hiding, no seekers. Heed silences duller moments deeper. Solitary trance stare. 13 miles to turbulence around turbines. I mare about my demise there. Waters vortex connection to atmospherics, scares me.

David said “panic left”. All our lungs were full once. Breath a future. Given secrets, wrought the fucking cheaters. Hypercritical attention bloaters. Choose your side. Restrict your contradiction, be apparent, yuck inflicted. Bedpost bandage as snip, snip snip. I fall under.

Either’s good, oftentimes waiting now, as dawn creeks into being. Motion operated lights, off. Peaked before, will return it. Patterns askew, still indigo hue.

This time, now habitual. No-zone. Timed to convene. Sight (un)seeing. Peeling that onion. Notice taken of intention, winds change, ranging without compass or need. To me direction is irrelevant as long as their is a regularity. Feet irresponsibly clatter soils damp resist. A dreaded thump, ankle up to rump. Such a chump. Keep pacing, leave humiliation off-line. Warning signs I wrote, ignored.

Rounding roulette, counted my cards, 51 trick pony. Now, in hindsight, clock patience patient. Corns yellowing.

Never more convinced than when laid on my back, wheats treat. Whispers surround, sky is empty. Irises promise. Betty-bluer. Case hardening inducted reluctance.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tempering_(metallurgy)

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clock_Patience