Crayola Blue
On a melodious Thursday night,
In a somnambulating metropolis,
Carving niches in bar stools,
Making our finest Bukowski impressions,
Swilling sagacity and perversion,
I couldn’t stop looking from the moment she walked in.
War is all around us.
We’re transient organisms
So why not address this magnetism.
I’d refill your whiskey, neat with a trace of immorality.
I dig imperfection, its become something of a fetish.
I want music where there is silence.
You are a harmony playing in my thoughts.
I don’t memorize poems, and I forget
The words to some of my favorite songs,
I just get so alone, sifting through the madness
Unsure of what I am supposed to do.
It’s autumnal equinox, and in my marrow
All I want to know is everything about Crayola Blue.
This resonates for me so achingly these days. Thanks for sharing.
Jani said this on September 23, 2012 at 11:56 pm |
Thank you!!!
gablesworth said this on September 23, 2012 at 11:57 pm |