the blues yellows my teeth
bites my fingernails.
the blues shouts down my throat tears up my eyes.
the blues bores through my appetite like a tapeworm.
the blues bullies my blood to flow upward.
the blues impersonates my sperm waterfall drowning its victim.
the blues disconnects my name from more miracles.
the blues metastasizes what is left of my guts till these intestines burst.
I am a sailor unzipping his fly,
darkwetalleyway,
when the blues jumps me from behind.
yes, you are the blues,
woman who sleeps across from me,
saturating my clothes
before the next doomed sun
plunges me into your sea.
Bisbee
November, 1980