|
blue yes all blue
by Artur Desruisseaux"ROOM"
ANGULAR MAN, SPIDER LIKE, DOWN THE UPS OF WALLS AND SIDES
JAZZ MUSIC ON MY HI FI
FLAT TIRE NUMBER 3 THIS YEAR
YOU AINT GOING NOWHERE WITH A FLAT LIKE THIS!
BASS GUITAR AND DRUMS
SAXOPHONE
SPOTLIGHT FOR NO ONE
WILL YOU BE SERIOUS FOR ONE MINUTE?
GREEN VINES ACROSS MY FACE
PALE SKIN
DEATH? FOR SURE!
WHY WAIT?
DRUM SOLO
RIM SHOT
RIM JOB
FLOWERS THAT ARE SOAKED IN ALCOHOL SMELL LIKE PREMATURE DEATH
HIS PAPER IS ::::
BLACK
FORGOTTEN
SHAMEFUL :::::::::
PRESS FF
AND NOW A GAY DAISY ON MY GRAVE
NOTHING BUT SUNSHINE
NOW AND FOREVER
CHEER UP
handsome 11/14/2014 Posted on 11/14/2014
Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 11/16/14 at 01:27 PM You must be a musician. This is definitely a prose poem written as a list. It is poignant and hit me hard. "And now, a Gay Daisy on my grave."
My first thought was, how dare they? This is one I will read over and over again. I am putting it on my list of favorites. |
|
