“ALL BLUE”

Under hot sun
I lay out
like a bled
corpse,
dry as dust
settled
on the dead leaves
of a potted plant,
long abandoned.

I need a strong drink
to bring me back
or take me somewhere
else.
Something like formaldehyde
or a french press filled
blacker than this death
I am willing myself
to exit.

Finally,
a cloud.

narrative poem written on 06-07-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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