I am waiting for the color blue to arrive any day. I was told it would sneak up on me and come in many disguises - and here I am with cream on my face and a gut ball the size of Texas in my stomach. Blue is here - it is all around me and I didn't really see it coming - it was like a thick fog that snuck up on me in the dark. Everything around me was dark - so where was that blue? Everything was black, black like the Africa of my soul - - so where could I have detected the blue? I wander now through the corridors of my mind - I open up all these doors and I see nothing but emptiness and blank white space. Each door resembles the next -but somehow I am led to believe in hope. "Hope and Change." "Hope and Change." "Hope and Change" - like some bull shit pile of verbal manure. It stinks, it smolders, it permeates every thing. It shouts-out and it barks. It wriggles on the ground - writhing and clenching itself in its own gut -in its preverbal gut.
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