A Blue Bag

The body

drifts toward

power of idea –

touch

aimless, passive,

grinning worlds

approaching another sad

memory (a

rose laboring through

minutes

of glory

(wet and warmth with

thick, mellow sex (cold

history.

Tomorrow

straight, no chaser. Sister

in chains.     Everyday.

Blue.     Blue.     Blue.

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