blue is a myth
I took this video down by the river that runs through the center of Grand Rapids, MI. Of course, in order to get me in the shot all you can see if a tree in the background … so I guess I could claim I was anywhere. Hmmm … ok, this is a video of me, on the moon, next to one of the few surviving moon trees. Notice how blue the moon's sky is? How lovely!
Color is for lovers. You have given
that up. Possession, self-will, surrender
are not used in here. Green is love, lemon
the vast sea, purple a ring of amber
and red all my worth. After a drawn-out
illness we sip poison, laugh away our
many weaknesses. Famine passes, drought
ends. Will passion return? We wait and your
body goes blind. The ash trees all knit you
a gown, the ghost of dead sand. What happened?
Your thirst was once unquenchable, now blue
is a myth, legend; as if blue poisoned
all this and more. As if blue was taunting
you, all that's left; bones wiped clean, flesh starving.