cameo of a fool

(by bruce pennington via retro rockets on fab)

Oneida.

I ventured on the azure main
only by means of sapphire gin.

The pueblos are all empty now,
& on my hand a turquoise ring.

I follow my routines like one
pursued, beneath cerulean skies.

We know not whence we come, but say
Big Bang, or Indigo Origin.

Graywyvern isn't grateful but
an hour in a blue moon.