Cobalt

How dare the sky have the audacity To be so blue So clear, so cloudless on the horizon On a day like this I’m just so angry, darling Angry like slashing the bottle open into a too full shot glass And chug it until it burns, until it burns like When they slam my poetry against the wall What the hell are these Wordos Doing here, in this poem, it’s supposed to be fantastic But all you write is garbage And expect it to stick Angry like my mother Angry like what the hell am I supposed to say In this way, I consider myself religious Tell me who I have to be To earn some sort of Beethoven-istic seclusion of the mentally insane Like Moonlight Sonata-ish dwelling peace of mind Like the dun dun dun dunnn of the 5th Symphony’s opening lines I’m just spilling out meaningless ideas now but It would be nice to be myself at some point in time It seems on these kind of days I barely understand myself Estrogen driven resentment tearing at a velocity at that is quite Beyond me at this moment as they stare at my hands Gripping my already frozen cup of green tea Tell me who I have to be To be able to fit into these heels two sizes too big To be able to please myself when I look into a parallel Manifestation of this girl I used to know Back in the day when Hip-Hop was free and I was madly in love With the sky so cobalt blue.