BLUE

BLUE

I NEED BLUE

I sit on a blue chair

Peeling paint reveals, multicolored layer of past owners.

I am blue, color of sadness.

Surrounded with blue table, blue drink and blue Sky.

Engulfed in blue carpets, wrap up my world.

Blue Flowers, blue pool of water, turning grey.

What is grey, white mixed with black?

Blue River stretching over the horizon.

Blue eyes see, polished toes, of blue.

Blue streaks of hair, fluttering across my cheeks.

Blue PT Cruiser slices the wind, on the grey.

Prickly beauties of multicolor, of the rainbow, fan the air.

Fermenting the air, with tiny breaths of tormenting memories.

Those discarded bouquets from distant lovers.

While fluffy clouds, cluttering the Sky.

Canoes of multicolor, slice the river's face.

Small waves carrying ducks coasting on their edge.

White female Swan is full of grace.

She is center stage honking to her critics.

She bites a curious Mallard duck, full of green and blue.

Behind them are rows of huge, human creations, of multicolored concrete.

They block the view. Are these colors happy?

They are grey, black with colors of graffiti.

They house swan killers , swan egg crushers.

Their constant trespassing becomes green grass murders.

Knives reflect the afternoon sun, digging their tattoos, on the flesh of living trees.

Forgotten trash of multicolor, in the water and grasses, wave in the wind.

I need blue, to harbor you.

Blue is happy.