short changed albinos
play mind games in the paleness
of short sighted transparencies

its is all crystal clear
with porcelains and ivory blunts
yet dense in snow blindness

white washing in slurry
off colour in faded blandness
milky opaque in tasteless rancid murkiness

the clotted games
of alabaster in chalky visions
as saps drip from slanted cut bone heads

read the wispy clouds
for blue sky thinking in vapid fluffs
cuckoos eat red berries to moult into cardinals