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brianprince
Poems
Feb 2017
blue
bottle the ocean.
it looks clear.
imprision the sky.
air disappears.
blue is a made-up pigment. a
figment of our imagination. a
fabricated. hallucination.
not fire. nor air. not dirt.
i searched. the plants. and water.
not Homeric poetry. not anywhere.
just the hollow bodies.
of mass sandwiching us.
a mellow glare. trans-
lucent. see-through. clear.
the ocean’s depths. ***** charcoal.
yucatan peninsula water falls. o’er
my own genuine blue eyes as
the myan ruins reveal my lie.
forgetting this blue collar
mess with ripped terminology.
denim turned to jeans
post war. 1950s.
blue is not real.
(eye) see right through (them)
in water’s reflection.
pinch me.
so i may know
that i’m
not
empty.
Written by
brianprince
California
(California)
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