There's a shade of blue
I call "Wild Blue"
that makes me think of France
or Kansas
depending on how pretentious I'm feeling
or how much I've been thinking about wine
"Cornflower" they'd call it
in men's shirt catalogs
"Cerulean" to poets and
fashion-forward writers of couture copy
I guess because it's hard to get people
to break off an extra $20 for "Yonder"
It's free in November
Sky
There's a shade of blue
I call "Sweet-Jesus"
that makes me think of dancing in biker bars
hands cupped on the denim-clad curves
of a big-boned gal
hanging on for dear life
eye to eye, knee to thigh
grinding her gears
She sucks breath through clenched teeth
as my fingers find and linger on
the thin spot
that makes her think of past mistakes
and ones she'd like to make again
Indigo
There's a shade of blue
I call "Lucille"
that makes me think of Kansas City,
New Orleans, Memphis, St. Louis, or Chicago
digging glassy-eyed Buddhas with their mad, mad mudras
using horns and crying guitars
to rip the hearts out of suckers like me
who pay for the privilege
of having the surgery performed by professionals
instead of the dull knives of the back-alley butchers
back home
Cobalt
About the Creator
Brad Kuhn
Multi-media producer in Jacksonville, Fla. He has co-written three books and ghostwritten several more. His most recent offering is Dirty Work: The Untold Story of My Secret Mission to Steal Back TWA Flight 847 From Hezbollah.
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