THE PISCEAN AGE SEEMS TO BE ABOUT SINGING THE BLUES

THE PISCEAN AGE SEEMS TO BE ABOUT SINGING THE BLUES







Clouds pass the full moon in the cobalt sky skimming mountains

As ennui chasing the infinite blueness across the evening sky; very

Deep water moves over the globe- how blue is the earth from space.



Every time I say the word “blue” I am laying up sadness for myself;

I have no other way to express my love for the earth and the night.

Our memories feed on falling rain, cloudy days and evening skies



So many invisible angels keeps us drowning in the blues; the crow

Returns to Noah’s arc to remind us of forty days of rain; wherever

There is water, there is always someone drowning in the deep blue.



So it is sometimes that my poems are sad; I accidentally stumble into

Star Chambers where habeas corpus is denied and the wrong man is

Executed. My small talent is weighted down beneath the waters.



We inherited much when we inherited the seas; we will never have one

Whole day of peace.  The armies of solemnity always has its back against

The sea.  Perhaps if we used no words we wouldn’t be porous to the blues.



The blue ink we write with stains our fingers; our reason is tainted with

All the misnomers we have for gain counted by someone else loss. The

Debts that can never be paid from this turns the blue into red ink.



We seem to value addition and subtraction too much; our happiness is not

Contingent on loss or gain; salmon know this when swimming in the blue

Water upstream.  The Piscean Age seems to be about singing the blues.










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