The Blue Tongue
They say it's impossible to have a pleasant and foul thought simultaneously.
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 undertone.
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