Blue 2
Like an aquatic lichen
He always wore blue
In a perfect worn-out hue
Touching heaven and Heaven
In words and in view of himself
Walking as high as he could
To fall down from heaven to the gutter of earth
Where his voice resonates making me puke
With all the nauseous words he said without a clue
How would it affect me –
As pure as the driven snow
Melted with the mahogany mud
Transforming my innocent nature into a scrap
Washed away by the turquoise blue sea
Like some aquamarine lichen dangerously
Germinating on my skin
Often resembling orange crust coating the rock
Uncomfortably itching, burning, and irritating
With its view and a memory
Of the chameleon man
Colourfully contradicting himself
In every step, word, and gesture
Parallel with the jade green scorpion trying to squirt a venom in me
Fouling every sense of sweetness
From the garish hard candy
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6 May 2021
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