Yellow World

In the yellow world, each blue thing is invisible. Oceans are great salty spaces at the edge of the sloped beaches, you can see all the way across but its hard to breath, and their are squid everywhere. Where your mother had brown your eyes like your grandfathers had a band of hollow white space around the pupils, I felt like I could see your brain. When someone plays the Blues we smoke cigars whose smoke is only gray. When we ask the players what the Blues is they tell us we'll never really know. It must be an inside joke. We blow our cigars, and barely anything comes off in bands and rings.