Strange Clouds

Blue does not exist,
We changed the dictionary;
Arbitrarily.

(Sorry kid, we threw out the rules.)

I carry my descriptors in my pockets
Waiving my hands wildly in the air
Providing evidence

there’s nothing to see here

producing quarters from behind your ear

(you’ll learn this lesson when you’re older)

These magical moves
Not written down
Are the creases in your dollar bill
Getting everywhere you want to go

Transcribing languages
Transcending barriers
And capitalizing on the way you move
We wash our hands of the whole thing till we bleed through our gloves

It’s never enough
It’s never enough

(but you are, my little starlight; you are)