Indigo
I saw a Blue Jay
floating in a bubble
at the end of a long string.
A kite, no a balloon.
Tom the lizard-man wore an
Armani suit
sharply dressed
and crisp he strolled
like a big snake down the sidewalk.
All the houses were rainbow coloured
with LED numbers and
the mailboxes were all red
like big candy canes with open mouths
for receiving all the junk.
Tom picked up the paper
off the purple grass that seemed to chatter.
The ” Indigo Daily Spew”.