The Blue Tongue
They say its impossible to have both a pleasant and foul
thought simultaneously that may or may not be true..
but It seems that the foul ones are much stickier
adhering to the soft underbelly of the mind
a toxic build up of blue times
engulfing all light eventually.
Pleasant thoughts are hummingbird like
flitting from synapse to synapse
disappearing into the seam of the unknown
coming back the next time with a
tinge of blue on the tongue
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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