Blue

Yellow circus left the stakes of broken ropes, useless mud

The ties that bind, ha ha

I can be bad poet

Street poet, shit poet

Kind poet too

Subway, almost 4AM Halloween Night

Had enough to drink to make my own party

All my fellow riders in half costume, half asleep

Half silly, gone to seed

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, fate, wisdom, luck, karma, or whatevers

Convenient

I am made by my times

I am a creation of now

Shaken with the cracks and crevices

I'm not giving up easy

I will not fold

I don't have much

But what I have is gold

I saw your face

I sing in platinum, I dress in brass

Good, lifting snow

I eat a zinc, let it pass

Compare a toast, I like that

I understand courage

Ever-drifting smoke

I still roll with the shout of a cab driver's attitude today

I try to see outside myself

I understand the eyes

Excuse all the highs

Sorry, I am sorry, ha ha

Boy of the moon

I like you, love you, every coast of you

I'm not your face

I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones

Low ebb tide and high, full moon

Up close and distant, I read you

Like the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon

Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue

Naked and blue

Naked and blue

Breathing with you, touch, change, shift, allow air, window open, drift, drift away, into now

Revenge you

I want Whitman proud, Patti Lee proud, my brothers proud

My sisters proud, I want me, I want it all

I want sensational, irresistible

This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive

Living, blessed, I understand

Twentieth century, collapse into now

Cinderella boy, you've lost your shoe

Cinderella boy, your coach awaits

(Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue)

A sun makes shadows all over your face

(Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue)

As you sit naked and blue into me

Discoverer

Discoverer

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