The Sky

Look.  The sky is curling in all the latest styles. There are peanuts and walnuts and almonds and Brazil nuts and hazel nuts & a sky.  A frame fell from Venice right on the burning boulders.  The trees cut showing off their inside.  Some are almost white.  Some are beautifully red.  One looks the world is calling.  One was called Olivier.  One opened inside the sky.             A man built with that one.  It was the biggest by far causing him to bulge in places looking down in the shaggy blue looking over his bulges.  He collected purple flowers around them except in one place where he let a petal of the sky fall out.             This was not at all attractive to the sky, which just wanted to be left alone.  So it did the opposite of cutting everything out with its teeth and just let a corner of its mouth show through red.             AbCdEf8.             Someone else came along with the same bulge and drew a flower that had stripes and a purple dicks sky.  Hmm ... The sky was not liking this at all.  In fact, it turned yellow paper and reveal the black.             The heat went off so he tried to mail the sky.  Pillars of earth held it up, the piece of sky torn.             And here another came, the same but younger with the same bulge of sky holding his gorgeous hands on his equally gorgeous hips.             A woman’s hair was in a do.  The sky was covered with face.  Pearl earrings confused him.  It was really the face covered with sky.             Further on the red the sky felt good, free, looking at them all.  It threw its pearls and diamonds.  The men sold them in stores and the sky went down crying at the guarded earrings.  The sky decided to itself.                                                                                     – after “The Sky Book”