blue bodies

who said the night blue

the hue - was never so cruel

than when blue bodies roll

their lights lit like sirens

​

who said good nights black

the lack - of sad songs I get

could one day come back

their sounds spun like Heaven's

​

I pity the Who who hums heavy hues

heart hymns a wound

never atop

shimmering weather

slow slunken skitters

swallow and wither

bitter

bitter

bitter

​

bite the everlasting keens

bittered battered badder better

I don't know I don't know I don't

​

there wasn't a sound but I don't

know there wasn't a light but I don't

see I can't I won't I must

I want

I want

whatever it is that I don't

can't won't must

...

(wait for wings)

​

what wings are those that won't warm

freezing cold in heat storms

I touch the icy windows

but they only come 'way lukewarm

​

warn the icy shallows

my hue goes only ice cold

blue ice cold blue rolls

with bodies that would follow

​

follow in the shallow

shallow flowing windows

​

there is nothing but my cold hums

to keep my body lukewarm

lukewarm but the good nights

never seem to follow

​

follow until I feel numb

and can finally see the morrow

​

(Tomorrow comes to follow

follow to lie fallow

​

plough the good night's black hue

till I can finally renew.)

​

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Pretty sure this poem doesn't make sense.

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