Thoughts of Blue

      Which blue did you mean
     because there are very many of them
    all of them with potenially trademarked names.
   The multiplicity of them 
      could make anyone exclaim
  how could I ever know 
     which blue to expect from you?

  That crystal glass blue?  The color
       of an old bottle, blue?
   the otherside of the sky at sunset blue?
       The blue of Farmer's eyes?

   And when the lights are out
     the middle of the night
  walking up the hill through the trees
      I'll know where to go,
        where to sit down and rest.

  Midnight blue with you blue?
    Because there are very many blues.

  Ya he wants precise words that 
       mean
   something and I'm telling you it doesn't
                 matter how mean he will 
            seem
    he's not an accountant
            counting a bean
                       mean.
   He's not an old ex-friend 
        not caring how you've been
                              mean.
      You've been mean?
      When you were falling from the moon
                                     mean
         wanting to rise back
         with the magic powder
                          blue
                          mean.

   I'd ask you how you've been mean?
   I just misinterpreted it all.
     I ate the corn and the eggs
          and it was manna to me.

  Does that voice that you call poems
     chase you as you haunt the bookstore
        when you are unable to write it all down,
      type it all out.

   Now you can text to a stranger
      and tell stranger 'how awesome you'
        How awsme U!

  How awesome you
      shine on, diamond, 
         not crazy at all.

  

  So, yaa, he's writing these 
     "how awesome U" poems
  thinking that the puppy love
    bounding happy dog love, 
         shaking that big tail while he runs
      happy doggie love
  is the kind of love that
           friend wants.

   And when you stop worrying about what freind wants
    Maybe then you will have just what friend needs.

  So, yaa, he's writing these
     "If I stop thinking that
          I know U"
       poems
     "I might actually get to
         know you."
       poems
   which seemed to confess his 
     cluelessness about
               friend.

  And maybe they seem cute to you,
     him confessing that he doesn't know
        anything, is a moron about love . . .
     but he'll keep doing it anyway.
   And that is supposed to impress friend?


  And when you are not trying to impress friend
    that might be when friend is most impressed.

  So he's writing these
       "Eccumenical need to
           impress friend"
     poems
  that really were just confessions of
      his unending love for friend.
  
   But when you know the truth of love
    a poem like that is a tautology
       like 1 + 1 = 2

   So, share the meal
      and the drink
    and diminishing light of the dusk
      and live in the truth of the love
                   that's real.