• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 10

I smell lemons

assured by the azure
I find it comforting
as I consider the brush off

I reflect on what might have been
inflections affecting perceptions

opening wide
mint meets mouth
pristine enamel glints

staring into the glare
I bath in the light
the bright white light

wowed by Wedgewood wonderment
matt merges with gloss
stunned by the vitreous vitriol

I am blue, I ablute
meanwhile the wet

throwing in the towel
sodden and soiled
I no longer laugh at
the freeze frame folly


I smell lemons

lapis lazuli lurks in
the filament fundament
as I ask
are friends electric?