Un Jour Comme un Autre

Un jour comme un autre, but another world, another way:
Another type of Day.

Premonition violet
Or whatever it is I'm saying is mingling with the violence

Artistic disintegration, I don't need a book of revelations.
Hench forth I do this:

Carving out Victory
From a bunch of little spaces    pew pew graces, 'New movie!'

'Next!'  Shooting down the Muses, the flavor lingers on my tongue
It's stupid it hasn't already been done.

It has long since begun, rest in line.
I'm crazy, over the rainbow, crazy, truly gone fishing.

My blue flame for midnight might just be turning
Violet in the evening time.

And what is this, mine?  Mostly,
But what isn't is Time and tired old Tiresias, haggard and blind,

Hankering down for the evening, trousers laying loosely
On the Bedside.  Cadaceous breath,

Intermittent rhythm woven, unopen'd
Letter on the desk.  The late greats curtain time, call it sense.

Unless, what's good is bad, and what's bad is best.  Universal
Snickers.  Boop, got you on the head.