The Latecomer: blue

The Latecomer: blue

in background becoming

scribbled white flowers,

stellate or trumpet.

Brushed chair back...

tie and bind the bellflower.

Black leathered nymphet,

blindfolded and blurred

between violet and green,

what hint? What tint

was the last to be seen?

Crush the pigment!

Was ‘blue’ blue before

there was the word?

Was blue?

Blue was blue

before and after it was noticed.

Was blue

rayleigh scattering,

cried the lamenter?

Dripping heart-shaped silphium

from the sky,

the seed was scepter. Was-scepter,

with stylized animal power,

commands the latecomer!

To us! To us! The rest

pinked, purpled, and yellowed

Asemic writing with all its negation.

The graffitied wall screamed

hues of lapis lazuli;

sky, sea, and eyes

blurred of teal,

blurred of ultramarine

to feel! To feel,

but for bare feet...

they stand surrounded

behind the pollocked chair,

softly blurred.

In front of that wall, that wall

layered from all eight blue periods.

Layered in this ninth moment,

Gainsborough still battles

for his blue boy,

cut into color; jade and turquoise.

Until we describe something

it's not there!

Blue–

not in ancient Chinese.

not in the Koran or Hebrew Bible was blue,

not in the wine-dark sea of Homer's Odyssey;

not mentioned blue was there, but not there.

Latecomer– in luminescence,

dye Egyptian blue...

blue nudes of Matisse, mine

to cut and beg for release.

Dot, spill, splash, and splatter

YInMn MasBlue or azure,

Persian or Klein.

Whip backsplash, beg, roll,

beg to bend over, take nine;

the whites of the eyes drip without a clue

of cobalt mood.

Look for that perfect heat-reflecting red.

with William’s strawberry thieves,

birds of a feather beg between hue.

In seizure... seize the sparkling wit,

drop into the chair

of blue– the latecomer begs to sit.