the blue

the blue

The blue

sometimes i look
up into the blue
that seems to
give way into
hints of
my legs
in that moment
there is nothing
beyond that
blue like a sail
taking us onward
into our days
and the dark
reefs at the
edge of

i can look no
longer into that
blue that shows
the heart from
the bottom up
seeing on through
the glass drunk
down the drink
that poisons
us with age

i can take it
no more
must turn
my eyes
only shadow
the bagged take
of myself
walking ahead
on a careless
road of cracks
a sky i am not
worthy of
a blue
that tears out
tears from the
bottom up.

it is no
this sky
was put
above us.

october 2011

Copyright © 2011 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

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