augury doggerel

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

Monday Evening

Now it is blue outside, but none of that blue must be sadness blue nonsense. It's orange or yellow inside under the lights here and backdrop blue night on the street, film blue slipped down to make you focus on the colors in here, the red drunk at the table, the white pocketed shirt and black trousers of the barman shaking a nervous leg to music you can't hear, the horrible blink of the electronic gambling machine no one ever plays, and outside tunnel blue for the tram. And something's not right. Even the music, the sad kazoo of recorded saxophone sex instructions, one two three four, seems a tedious setup. I talk about blue but there might not be blue for all you know. It feels like a fix, doesn't it? But there it is, just now, even without us.


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