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September 25, 2002
Everything Tasting Blue

Yesterday I lost my mouth
Upon my visit to you.
And everything that I consumed
Thereafter tasted blue.

I went to see the dentist
And insisted he repair my mouth
Instead he removed my tongue & teeth;
Thereafter things tasted south.

How surreal, I mused aloud
At home consuming fries
By putting them in a blender
And sipping them through my eyes.

Tomorrow I’ll retrace my steps
From home to your house too,
And see if I can find my mouth
And eradicate the taste of blue.

There’s nothing odd about tasting blue
Nothing odd about blue.