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steely blue


eardrums ringing with a peanuts adult symphony

that i don't care about one bit and almost offends me


hold up i am holding the wrong flag

love each individuality and know

yourself better know yourself

better your bitter rage is

messing with your head and

offending you because you are

so scared and so alone


been minutes hours and days

and the faucet is closing like it should

but isn't the greatest purpose to cry

for you until i die or until i die

of crying or until primordial flame dies

and dye me in the love of steely blue

that your brother was telling me about


entire corpus singing in a choir fit for salvation

and we care about it so much though we don't and can't see it

because who could see past your light deep steely blue

beautiful piercing cacophonic piercing steeliest of blues



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