New Blue Day

through fogged glass i view the new blue day
and the battles that have been endured seem like old news
brought to the doorstep of a cyclops in sheep's clothing
I want to feed the bears
I will not keep off the grass.
spilled a liquid mirror
it stained the rug
I've got bug bites on my legs and it's January
I feel a fire
breathing dragons,
not a dragon breathing fire,
down the collar of the shirt that
I've yet to pick up off the floor of my lover
she holds me close but not too close
I feel like I've barely gotten my ankles wet in this ocean
of infinite depth and dimension
maybe I'm demented
but I can't help but see all of this working
out to supreme perfection in the waiting room

Reviews

[Dearantlers]

That's beautiful, and very well done!