Poseidon's Living Room on Fire Episode #11

I was talking on the phone walking to the trashcan. My hand pressed against its shiny blue lid. I hung up the phone and looked down at my hand, next to it was the word TRIDENT printed in capitals.

This happens to me all the time.

Last night I was driving home late, like 12:30. My headlights spit their yellow beam across the asphalt. I rolled to a stop, no one was coming. The headlights lit up the front end of a Maserati, its insignia glistened: a TRIDENT.

3 nights ago I bought this new Travis Scott album. In the first song there is a lyric: I might need to move to Atlantis – because my mind is too outlandish.

Then I found this picture of Poseidon's living room, it was in a David Hockney book I got for my birthday - the painting is called Three Chairs with a Section of a Picasso Mural (1970).

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I was on the boat again when we passed a freighter, on its side was the painted letter Z.

It continues to persist.