Joey Cloudy online

Dead Baby Blue

for Robert Trammell

Beware,

Life is not a dream

even when dead birds

lying drunkenly in the gutter

suddenly straighten Verona

feathers stand on broken feet of poems

vomit a gut full of idealistic maggots

eyes swimming against the … bone,

(alabaster, ivory, eggshell, porcelain, pearl,)

undertow of parasitic insights

bitch-slap the asthmatic atmosphere with the soliloquies

of rigor mortis wings and fly

with the wind blown remains of ashen

poets thrust into the stillborn blue sky.