A Blues Ditty
Why do I keep looking to the sky for inspiration?
As if some booming voice will shower truth upon me:
“Do this, go there, be that, try harder.”
And so the sky and heavens and lunatic phantasms
Are silent, save the booming voice of blueness:
Not melancholy, nor sadness, nor loathing,
But blueness: A one-sided call and response:
But blueness: The only color to be seen:
But blueness: An unoxygenated blood lust:
But blueness: The new palate…palate…palate:
But blueness: Where children’s bubbles go:
But blueness: the quadrillion shades of blue:
The silent, booming blue.