I guess I'll dye my hair blue
I'll be the color
Of the rarest moon

When the black powder plumes

I'll be the moonlight
That shines through

Casting shadows
Creeping around crawls

Following the alley cats
Pernicious prowls

I comb my hair with a fish comb
A blue wave over my wisdom

I guess I'll dye
In the azure sky

At the end of the fireworks
Kissing