Saturday, July 08, 2006
The Genius of blue and red
I saw a blue button on the floor,
shiny as thin red balloons
on a sunny birthday
and plastic as white sporks
from no-cook noodles.
It lay there quiet, shy.
It's blueness invites the redness of me.
Takes my hand
and my bones recoil,
I hesitate.
There should be no blue buttons
sprawling on the floor at this time,
3:49 on the clock, ticking "go to bed"
There must be a blue shirt where this button is from
or a red one that says "you are mine"
Perhaps it is from something orange,
with a print of two heroes, one in blue
and the other in red.
Of two flying creatures dressed as men,
posed in alarm. Can it be from the red robin
or from the blue bat?
Robins are red and bats are blue,
this button reminds me of the orangeness
of you.
I saw a blue button on the floor.
Red as thin, shiny balloons
on a sunny birthday
and white as plastic sporks
from no-cook noodles.
Reddened, I turn blue.
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Posted by inktrip at 3:30 AM