Blue

I like to watch the pacing leopard
in sun, rain, or fall~
Don’t care who shakes their head.

I think once or twice usually suffices
and that straight to the point is best
Don’t care who shakes their head.

I think that I can be who I am,
molded by background, past experiences, Life~
Don’t care who shakes their head.

I think that I can make myself into the best me that could be.
Ain’t NOTHING else.

So my mind might wander
from praises and history
to the significance of the window cats.

And while I ponder the perfect blue of the sky
and the cold of my teeth
I may grow tired as the achy, unemployed cheese becomes malignant~
As the christened beer sings praises
while thai food enters in as alto~
Forget the strangeness of the baseball player asking you to pitch his ball~
If I become weary,
so be it.
My “attack” on alertness has obviously proven itself true
as I drift away,
Pondering.
Thinking taboo thoughts
A close lover scorns~
It’s not black simply because it isn’t white~
Those colors… So many forget of the trillions of shades…
Especially the Blue in that sky
that takes me so far away~
Blue, you sure do get me in trouble.

~Bean