Blue by Danny Baker

                                                                               Paia © Apryl Skies

waves crash spine snapping acrimony

atop a blue child unable to break free from binds of

incessant perpetual melancholy numb

although outer appearance lies a convincing tale

truth is found in dying eyes

staring at paradise through blackened shades

seeing what dead eyes see

if they’re lucky enough to belong to the dead

otherwise they are but

bulbs of myopic sadness pressed for a better outlook

by heart pumping black

 

the branches stand or fall with nature’s blessing or curse

geckos do gecko things sunning themselves

feral cats do feral cat things perpetrating abject mayhem

her mountain wakes to prancing sun sparkle

below dolphins do dolphin things swimming jumping spinning

soon all to sleep under blanket of white cloud

 

depressive stress in greatest need of rest gets no vacation hours

a dejected child stays so while seeking a hacksaw

to remove cuffs holding him to jagged rock where wave meets shore

lacking concern for the hostage sweating sad

drowning in the kill zone unable to see the beauty of angry waters

seemingly intent on keeping him as a play thing

while escape from its whitewash of anguish is the one and only aim

of the boy stranded in his own sea of blue