Blue 2
Yeah
The rent due
Yeah no lights
No cable
No phone.
Wine?
Yessir.
Pills?
You betcha.
Not empty like a nirvanian mind,
But empty, like birthday, or Xmas, envelopes.
Happy happy joy joy,
The sky remains the same.
The blue is in fact
A farmer who has chickens
Who wont lay eggs,
Or can't.
Can't, like a cat can't bark or
Can't like a bird can't navigate a bow via rain or shoelace.
Blue is black when black is all you can see
On a clear chilly autumn cloudless day.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2016
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