But, It’s Blue

you look all day

near & far up

down the beach

for one optometrist

& any artisan

within reach

of rhyme for reason,

‘tho you need,

&  you know it now,

one yellow monocle

or flat amber,

but indecisive

how to fix

a jaundiced

practitioner of

clause 8 legalese:

Prequel States,

‘one Big Green Eye

that you remind,

‘we shoot it my way’

Bounty Hunters

old cool magma

holds the saurus

& La Donna

figure 1 is hot

fig.2 is stuffed

figure 3 is

2 is wrong,

really, 2 is young;

‘to old cool,’

saurus nods,

‘c should be ‘k’,

& probably

a lighter’s as

I’ll be, just

let me breathe…’

I pass the time

for him, he snores,

throwing darts

at poster boys

& avartars