Blue

Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug

The ties that bind

Ha ha

I can be bad poet

Street poet

Sh*t poet

Kind poet too

Subway

Almost 4am

Halloween night

Had enough to drink to make my own party

All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep

Half silly, gone to seed

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays

Faded wisdom, locked karma holders

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

I eat in zinc

Let it pass

Compare a toast

I like that

I understand courage

I still roll with the shout of a character

I was married to today

I try to see outside myself

I understand the eyes

Excuse all the highs

Sorry

I am sorry

Ha ha

I like you, love you, every coast of you

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

Look, 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

Breathing with you

Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air

Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.

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

A sun makes shadows

All over your face

As you sit

Naked and blue

Into me

The sky

The sky

The sky

The sky

The sky

The sky

The sky