clouds colored black <br />Rising from the earth <br />Floating on red skies <br />The sun Is gray <br />Rectangular to the <br />Earth shaped like <br />An ovum <br />a sensate object <br />splashes in the sea <br />Like an inverted comma <br /> <br />He is Icarus <br />He just drowned <br /> <br />They do not think <br />It is I <br /> <br />The sea is not green <br />It is black <br /> <br />I am trying to be <br />Off-white <br /> <br />for you <br />To see <br /> <br />But you can’t <br />You did not try <br />seeing hard enough. <br /> <br />You have no time <br />For this <br />For me <br />Or anything else. <br /> <br />Sometimes I think <br />I should have <br />Grown myself <br />into a suicide bomber <br />And then explode <br />Inside you. <br /> <br />Perhaps you <br />Will notice me <br />Finally. <br /> <br />My <br />Color must not <br />Be red. <br />I may <br />Blend with the <br />Red sky again.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-may-blend-with-the-red-sky-again/
