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Blue Green 

the desperation
of thinking
period
when 
making dumb faces
behind the glass
the
little fishey mind
begs in the
wee small
hours
what did you expect?
to fill a bucket 
halfway 
with dirty
fish tank water
place the fish
in the bucket
unplug all electrical
aquarium equipment
drain the tank
completely
take two cupfuls
of dirty gravel
and put it aside
i mean—
it’s the season
that 
time of year
i’ve been 
window shopping
sponsored ads
to furnish
the demands
of the fishey
the modern
mid-century
Scandinavian
furniture company
Article 
sells
their Anton
button tufted sofa 
with down-filled cushions
for $1149
i prefer it
in Arizona Turquoise
with Honey Walnut legs
here 
in the brash 
accumulating
marvel
of my fastidiousness
i imagine it’s 
clean lines
perhaps accompanied
by the Noah 
an armchair
also in Arizona Turquoise
prominently featured
in an open room 
where 
effortlessly cresting
over the lilt
of a distillate vape pen
from the recreational
dispensary 
we might
extol the trashy
drifting whimsy
of our truest
abject inclinations
or 
being in a state
of melancholic
ambivalence
i might
just let the fabric
occupy
the contours
of my 
failing
imagination
the obvious
joy of this
complicated
by the fact 
that the Sven
in Cascadia Blue and Mahogany
with cotton velvet upholstery 
and Pirelli webbing 
has a kind of opulence
that exceeds
its $1299 price tag
it is
their most popular sofa
there’s something 
about that
seemingly 
too easy
though it would also
look really good
and could accommodate
my fishey fish 
just as well
my caprice 
is what it is 
the concern
always
having been
how to indulge
the debased
guppy
to school together
with a few larger
medium-sized
species
in a 29 gallon
tank
among the
green
purple
pink
blue
substrate & decorations
what’s pleasing
to your eye?
it can seem
so uncertain
i know 
there’s a way
to amortize
my vacuous longing
and its 
impossible density
but sometimes 
it’s just
the nitrogen cycle
out in the open
where terms apply
it’s anyone’s guess
how it all fits together
honestly
i wouldn’t know
you got me
if I married rich
i would have
so much more
to say
metaphysics
would appear
to me
as lifelike
plastic
decor
projecting bubbles
into the water
the sky
would lower
their gown
i would
blush
a little
i dunno
it’s just
how 
these unfinished
ecstasies are
the money’s sent
& the draft
is in shambles
the precept
being in the
throes 
there’s a way
to get back there
anytime
but i’m not
entirely convinced
the sun
like a single
speck
of glitter
stuck
to your
screen
suggesting
a less
deterministic
world
those crystal flashes
like flakes
dropped
to the surface
sometimes
i think
i enjoy
their cruelty
more than anything

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