Staggering in Blue by J.D. Knight - HTML preview

God

God I hope this lasts:

This omen of laughter

For she,

Silhouetted against the neon,

Grinding her shadow

Against the buzz of light-debris,

Does rise and fall

In notes like dust

Dancing beautiful sorrow so true

I could be more

I could be less blue

I could take the joke

Of living on the road

Toward the tittering

Light

And God, you could rise;

A voice in a medium’s throat

Spilling over her tarot,

Her candlelight

And we, on the road,

Giggling at such far off places

As ourselves standing here:

With little more

Than a wet sack of unfilled wishes,

We could grin

Ear to ear