Fall 2022 | Occasus | Issue 12

Blue Lady’s dreamworld

children run alongside us
their pink hands desperate to touch
Blue Lady as she zooms by
huffing from exertion as
she gobbles up the roadway

no pretty Blue Ladies live out here
none sit outside the rain-beaten GAS HAVEN
waiting for rancid milk and tea

our faithful Lady harbours take-out
shanghai noodles stowed in her backseat
waiting for our upcoming moon dance to wane
and our minds to grow hungry

fella roars and urges Blue Lady
onward into a gallop
boot-clad foot acting as a jockey’s crop
propelling our fair Lady up
and over a dusty California hill

dirt fades into sand
particles that sway like rotten
snowflakes landing in cavernous holes
—golden hour settles over fella’s face
as his brain rewires

soon the rings on fella’s
purple tie-dye tee start to
swirl like a straw in a girl’s
milkshake that she sucks off

sweet muse child
swing your arms
and let your chin
rest against your chest
bring your head high and
let it fall again
my little one my sweet

fella’s arms croon acid rock
holding me as the seven mile
snake slithers past us and
into the ancient lake that
we set     on     fire

              !!(DOES ANYBODY UNDERSTAND ME?)!!

pretty child
take off those groovy
glasses and give your fella
a kiss

               —can you imagine how
                  fuckin’ fantastic those noodles
                  taste now?

Meaghan Furlano is a third-year student at Western University pursuing an Honours Specialization in Sociology and a Minor in Gender Studies. She resides in Ontario, Canada.