something blue
by scott from jail | |
Astrologically all was not well Venus marred by Saturn making for a fate determined to Be sad and bringing with it hatred of love which might jar That fate. and so love, treated out as a clean house, loved children space and time for caring Blew away with cut, short hair a simple promise of hatred to death that love, affection, respect, enduring faithfulness becomes The very reason for hate Clouds of dusty years swelling in the rear-view mirror of time settling eventually And in the distance All seems smaller, escaped, Not there after all Like little stars conjunctions fates paid for Paid out... small conjunctions smaller than planets smaller than anything. A Venus. Saturn. a war in iraq. A war. a war of whys. a fate blue in the distance Like a car Roving over the horizon blues above but not blue. But not blue. But not blue. Fates paid for like the bullets of iraq like the coming revolutions like a lot of things ~ Copyright © 2011 - scott from jail Published: 12/15/11 · Author's Page · Next Poem |