Blood #1

I don’t know what it is, but every morning I wake up and the sky turns blue
Sometimes it turns gray
But I wake up every morning and my sub-conscious chooses a color for the sky to be
My sub-conscious only knows two colors though, and those colors are blue and gray
So I’m sitting here and thinking about the oddities of life, karma, and how truly honest the bible is
How god doesn’t actually choose what color this world’s stunning sky is
Or maybe I’m god
Does god drive his car 50 mph downhill toward the Pacific Ocean on roads made out of olive oil, vinegar, and George Bush’s saliva
Quietly turn the insides of my eyelids yellow like the backs of bees sprinting across the low sky
And pray for the light at the end of the novel by George Harrison
Put my face on a billboard underneath Washington D.C.
Changing my last name to octopus and getting a p.h.d
You can call me the doctopus
Or you can call me something else
But then what would be the point of the p.h.d
Bro, I’m going to Harvard
Hey, honey can you help me with this
Because I’m not a doctor yet
And baby you’re lookin’ fine

-Leo Abbe-Schneider

Pacific Palisades, CA