C'mon Blue Boy

C'mon Blue Boy

daylight kills me today

age etches itself across my forehead

curls into a worried mind

no, I can't reasonably call it a crisis

lonely though it seems to stutter this way and that

through a Seven-or-eight-or-maybe-ten-year-itch

this is really more a lengthy indulgence

spent surfing meds, avoiding a real job, knitting distortion instead,

printing out endless, dark rewrites

glass-and-a-half fictional tall tales to a bistro audience

just wants you to play Wonderwall

not wail about bulldozer battles and imagined petty persecution

from the big bully kicking sand

caustic laughter coming out of a cloying fog that crowds reality

oh come on blue boy

lighten up

you weren't born in the Dark Ages

and you haven't lost any limbs

people love you, you know, you think they don't

but friends you've made and songs, even laughter

you can do it any time

if you

just

breathe

for

a

moment

brighter blue waits for you out the window

look to the toppermost and the poppermost

hamming it up in some middle-age mockumentary

when you can sing soul and play the blues

the sweeter blues with magic sadness

magic because the sad makes the world warm and soft

blue boy

ignore that flea-bitten, straying black mutt going through your garbage

look behind the mirror and feel him open up out on the freeway

see, there hides the boy who could fly

let him out, gently

or go out and scare the kids with your make-up

this is my open letter to you, blue boy

you don't want to burden these precious, loved few

with any unnecessary, unforgivably ordinary, interminable doubt

lucky you with your lifetime friends, a family never-ending

look around you at the true blue who surround you

with joyful intent and easy care

I'm speaking to them now

you are all angels sent and bloody legends met

and you deserve only a lifetime AAA free pass

to my clear thoughts

(your smiling green eyes)