brass / words / 2006 / green

October 6, 2006

The sun sits
            bright

where she lies
            telling story
            and story
                        about her skies.          those
blue skies

?
                        a soft sadness              sad
                        a soft madness              mad
somehow
I see her sometimes
                        traveling
foot and
hoof
 
wander
wander             wonder

happiness rains more than not
when that sad voice rains on them

don't be troubled
don't be

                        s u d d e n l y                s u l l e n ly
it all seems clear
to the one you knew you wanted

to the one you threw
away

not me of course
but you

or wait.             I meant me
no I meant you. me
you                               you
her                               you
me                                you
her                               me
you

those blue skies again
why are they so blue     ?                      are they blue     ?
who is blue                   ?
skin sink sunk.