Tell me more those indigo lies,
with minimal ties to fact
or any real database.
But they sound good
those lies, even
if they aren't so clear.
And they look good too,
especially when I'm not listening
and even if they block the view
of some rambling rainbow
I saw out on a ram ranch
along Rout 66, someday ago.
Indigo lies, a falsified image...
yet, at least
a somewhat believable view
of you , and
a moment's feel good response,
as quick relief and release,
from the constant eyestrain
of the usual vixen quest.
Not even translucent
those lies,
to let a little light through.
A no clear view,
yet voluntarily I'll believe them
if it turns you on,
but, I'll turn them off
when I turn off this
one-way highway
we sometimes travel on
for fun or to just get from
Point A to Point B.
Someday ago,
your indigo show...
had no ray of shine
but at least
a sense of cool
and sensation of hot
now and then.
Tell me more
those indigo lies.
I'll listen once again,
and maybe believe them
someday ago,
during a called time-out
from my vision mission
and the intermission
of your ongoing indigo show.
-John V. LaMotte, Jr.
Night Water Reflections
