Blue Coincidence
Blue tobacco smoke exits at force from his mouth. Blue eyes of his, surrounded by whites of marbled red, burn.
Blue mood tweaks an already angry psyche.
Glue joints crack as he forces back the splintering Windsor, and rises atop his royal blue stocking feet.
Outside, the blue sky goes to waste, while he, on the inside, blows another cloud of blue .
In the basement where he now stands, a blue canoe hangs over his head, a gift from a brown haired girl named Blue. From the neighbor’s living room, one could just hear the feint lilt of the Blue Danube escaping from an open window.
He yelled a harsh yell, in an instant, Billy, his Bluetick coonhound appeared, tail a flail. Billy barked once, as his master blew his nose, unaware of blue coincidence.
GJH 08
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