It’s been cold and blue

I watched the red flow back

Hours after the sun cracked

The horizon with colors of varied hue

Didn’t you notice?

I just left it lying there

Blue as ice, blue as the sky,

Blue as lost held breaths

I just left it there

Glassy hazed orbs tore a bit

But when the blue

Turned to black

You know it was too late.

Retro dying

Like wintery early seventies

Cold-hearted movies

Lain on the ground purposefully

Screams of hapless times

A little bruised blue

To the bone

Where there never was life

It’s been cold and blue

I watched the red flow back

It’s a mystery rendered in stacks

Of paper setting fire to the infernal clue

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Take the bard out of the poet

And you’re left with

Very little

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From the dark antiseptic room

He wanders

Smoky alley dungeons

Square cold rooms he left

For the comfort of his kind

But they were beasts like all the rest

Steel cold rooms stainless

Clean as a knife as cold

Lay you there sleeping

Without shiver

Without your nipples reacting

Without breath

Take one deep

Breath

Now

Let it go feel it all

And return to that state

Of the cold room

Where you don’t shiver

You are not hungry

You don’t dream

You nightmare

Constance, you scream scare

Constance’s grip and tear

Constance’s pieces scarce

Tie-dyed dead red to black

Bite the scream

Into your throat

Constance’s tears up that constellation

Rare and have them run