Don't ask me about the impossibly sunsetted cloud strata,
I cannot even tell you the colour of the ocean.
though I could, of course,
layercake the view for you anyway you'd like.
but since you haven't asked,
I've been busy pulling trustfalls from a hat
for unsuspecting audiences.
and I've given up mixed
in favor of my off-kilter
I could not longer take mix(ed) tape signals.
or my own chili-chees-fries emotions
playing checkers with the salted peanuts
of the finer
I am of three minds like a tree.
and making it.