Blue Mickey
I know Mickey and he is blue
Blue like a misty sky
Curled about the breasts
Of a mountain
Blue like a sea
That is clear as an eye
Glazed with weeping
Blue as the last descending note
In Sonata
Blue like the ache
Of a breaking heart
Shuffling memories
What say you Mickey
With the wounded words
That flutter like moths
Against the burn of the world?
There is a blue rain today
That comes steadily down
Soaking all
In the wisdom of regret
Blue Mickey
Mickey is blue
And that is the color of knowing
With the heart
At the pause, small death
That moment before
It pumps
And forces love into the pale body
Of the world