2020
I wouldn’t call myself an Indigo child
I’d call myself a Green Child
But not NPR green (and eco-friendly!)
Or Mar-A-Lago-money green
Wouldn’t go so far as to say mossy green,
Celtic green that runs through my blood,
Just something different from Indigo
Less boho, more FOMO
My dog would call me Red-Grey-Green
If he were to suddenly confound the urge to speak
And identify me from a lineup of other petty Criminal children of the Vertigo persuasion
If my dog were a child he’d be a whiny one
He would whine up and down the halls and from
Behind his cage, something you would never find in the house of an Indigo child
Unless it was Bird Cage
Packaged mint in its original VHS tape in the dump
With all the other long-forgotten tapes, along the likes of
The Brave Little Toaster and Babes in Toy Land
Relics of that suburban wasteland we now call
“The Old Shit Pile Behind The Walmart”
Or, as I like to call it, where green babies are made
Us Green Babies we never get the chance
To live outside of our skin or in terry cloth robes
Somewhere on a beach, the first Makers of the Green Baby retired and died,
Jerry and Pat, probably, they were called
Jerry you fucked it up for the rest of us
Because now we’re Green Babies, in debt babies, no 401k babies
But at least we’re not brown babies
Can jump up and down until we’re all sore babies
Can’t hip and groove like we’re all funky jive babies
Can be color blind and broke and homeless and armed and dangerous and just going for a snack at four in the morning
Can’t be black, and blue, and green (and eco-friendly!) and masked and kneeling,
Face-planting, stemless, into the Indigo Child dream
Palm Trees and fruits I’ve never heard of and
Gun pops and the Fourth of July and
Green to buy green
Unless you’re a Dog who’s buying, or shooting, pigs
In a life jacket, floating
Drinking Malibu and praying to the 50,000-seat, all-access pass
Jesus (with special effects!)
Thanking Him and the Makers,
To Jerry and Pat and George and George and Bill and
Good Old Ron, that we weren’t
Born Indigo or Purple, or any other color of the rainbow.
Say I Can't See was featured in From Whispers to Roar's May 2020 Quarantine Tales.
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